#i think dean would be confused at first too. like. why the fuck am i back here??

[strawberrryangel]

the werther project but instead of dean seeing benny in purgatory he’s searching for cas all over again. and this time he’s alone. when he finds him, cas tells dean that it’s too late, that if only he’d found him sooner then maybe they could’ve escaped together, and dean is so distraught he actually believes him. the leviathans find them, and when cas says that only one of them is getting out alive, dean makes a decision and plans to let the leviathans have him so cas can get away safely. of course, before he dies (although the mark of cain would’ve made sure he came back anyway), cas is there to pull him out of it. dean is strangely quiet after that, goes with cas to help sam, drives them back to the bunker. when cas gets him alone in the kitchen and asks what happened, dean doesn’t respond right away. slowly, he shuffles closer. cas is confused at first, tilts his head when dean starts to lean into his space and oh— they’re hugging. and dean is crying. and if cas’ wings were still intact they’d be wrapped around the man in his arms.

[watermelongirl01]

Sweet Rescue - 02

Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Content Warning: None, but let me know if I missed something.

A/N: Please, please let me know if you like it, I appreciate all your comments.

5:00 am.

You woke up from a restless sleep, you had something in mind and there was only one thing you wondered about.

Did you have enough pie?

Captain Winchester had said he would be there first thing in the morning and expressed a deep love for your pie recipe. You knew you shouldn’t let on how excited you were about seeing him again, and it was probably best if he didn’t know you cared that much.

But you did care, So fuck that. 

You needed to be sure to have all the pie you needed.

5:30 am.

You slipped into your robe and made your way down the stairs that led directly from your apartment to the bakery below. 

Sure, you could’ve used your kitchen upstairs, but where was the fun in that? Living right above your shop meant you didn’t have to worry about dishes, especially when Donna would be downstairs to help in the shop’s kitchen.

You opened your apartment door and descended the familiar stairs. The cold and the quiet darkness greeted you as you reached the bottom. The large glass windows of the shop let in just enough light from outside to guide your steps toward the kitchen door, where the smell of dough still lingered in the air.

6:00 am

You preheated the oven while you start with the pie fillings.

The kitchen was getting warmer and warmer and your arms started to get sore from kneading the dough.

6:40 am.

The first batch went to the oven.

7:30 am

You set the pies down on the table.

You’d probably gone a little overboard, apple, pecan, cherry, peach, pumpkin, rhubarb, sweet potato, banana cream, lemon meringue, and a few experimental flavors you hadn’t even tasted yet.

Damn, you really went all out.

You sat in front of the pies, trying not to overthink it, but the self-doubt crept in. Was this too much? You didn’t want anyone to think you were some obsessive bitch. Your mind spiraled, Maybe you should’ve just stuck to the basics, and the lecture looped on repeat, getting louder and louder.

Then, you heard the unmistakable sound of a car pulling into the driveway, followed by the rhythmic stomp of boots hitting the ground.

Your eyes went wide with horror. Charlie was here.

Panicking, you ran, making sure everything was off as you rushed upstairs. You jump into the bathroom, turning on the shower.

——

“Oh hey, boss.” The redhead flashed you a grin as you walked into the bakery.

“Hey, Charlie. How’s everything going?” You returned the smile, trying to shake off the lingering nervousness.

“Just opened. Looks like you’re ready for the day, showered and everything.”

“Yeah, I slept through my alarm, so I figured I’d better be presentable.”

“Uh-huh, sure. Was it really for looking presentable, though? Or for washing away the evidence of the hundred pies you baked? Did you even sleep last night?” She placed a hand on her hip, her teasing grin never fading.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You furrowed your brows in exaggerated confusion, trying to play it cool.

“Oh, come on. Poor Donna walked in and nearly had a heart attack when she saw all those dishes.” She laughed, shaking her head.

“Well, poor Donna will be getting a bonus this month.” you said with a shrug.

“Oh, I already made sure of that.” She grabbed her apron and tossed yours at you. “But seriously, what’s all this about?”

“The hot firefighter,” you said nonchalantly.

“Oh, he’s coming today? That’s why you baked for an army?”

“I just didn’t know which pie is his favorite,” you muttered, a little defensive. “Be honest, am I an over-the-top weirdo?”

“Oh, honey, you’ve always been one.” She smirked. “But don’t worry, I’m sure you will be his favorite pie flavor.”

“Oh, shut it.” You rolled your eyes as you headed for the kitchen.

“I’ll let you know when your hot firefighter arrives,” Charlie called after you, her voice full of mischief.

——

“Excuse me, I’m looking for the owner of this place.”

The redhead frowned in confusion, looking up to meet a pair of bright green eyes.

“Oh, you must be the firefighter,” she said with a smile, her expression lightening.

“How did you know?” Dean asked, a little surprised.

“A hunch.” She smiled again and knocked on the door behind the counter. “Hey, boss, the hot firefighter is here.”

Damn Charlie.

Dean’s gaze followed the sound of the door opening, his eyes falling on you as you emerged from the kitchen. Your ponytail was neatly in place, your skin glowing, and your perfect lips tinted in a soft pink.

“Hey, Captain,” you greeted, your smile warm.

“You can call me Dean, sweetheart,” he replied, his eyes twinkling.

“Dean it is.” You took two large pastry boxes and set them down on the counter with a graceful motion. “I pre-selected some pies for you, but feel free to pick anything else you like from the display.” You gestured toward the desserts on the display refrigerator.

“You sure about this?” Dean raised an eyebrow, eyeing the boxes. “Sweetheart, this is a lot of food. You’re losing money.”

“It’s okay, really,” you said with a reassuring smile.

“You sure?” he pressed, clearly not convinced.

You nodded. “And it's not entirely free. It's for the small price of saving my life.”

“But that’s my job.” He chuckled. “Tell you what,” he added, suddenly more serious. “I’ll take all of this if you agree to go on a date with me tomorrow night.”

You flashed him a bright, teasing smile. “You have yourself a deal.”

“Amazing.” Dean lifted the pastry boxes effortlessly. As he looked around, he noticed a box of bakery business cards sitting on the counter. “Is this your number?” he asked, pointing to the cards.

You shook your head. “It’s the bakery’s number, you call there if you want a three-floor cake for your quinceañera.” you said, reaching under the counter for your card. You shoved Charlie out of the way with a playful shove and handed it to Dean. “This one’s mine.”

“I’ll make sure to call you,” he said with a wink.

“You better,” you replied with a sly smile

“Bye, redhead.”

Charlie looked at you with a big smile on her face. “Look at you, all lit up like a Christmas tree.”

——

Jo sat in the common room, watching Sam arrive alone. She raised an eyebrow, confused.

"Hey, Sam!" she greeted. "Did you come in alone?" In all her years at the firehouse, she'd never seen the brothers show up separately.

"Oh, yeah. Dean wanted to stop by the bakery before shift, and I had some errands to run here." Sam explained.

"He went to the bakery and left you behind?" Jo’s tone was more indignant than she intended.

"Well, it's not like that. I do have my own car." Sam tried to clarify, but Jo wasn’t listening. She was too focused on Dean’s absence.

"Amazing. All that just to chase the baker’s skirt?" Sam blinked in surprise.

"Uh, no. I actually think it’s more than that," Sam replied, shifting uncomfortably.

"What do you mean?" Jo asked, leaning in, skeptical.

"I just think he’s ready to date again after the Amara thing." Sam said quietly.

That left Jo momentarily speechless. But before she could react, Dean walked into the firehouse, holding a box of your baked goods. Behind him, a few of the firefighters eagerly followed, eyeing the treats.

"Unbelievable. All this for a dozen of overpriced cookies?" Jo muttered.

"Oh, they’re not overpriced," Dean said with a grin. "And totally worth it. You should try one."

Jo shook her head, refusing the offer.

Dean smirked at Sam while holding up a card. "And guess who has a date tomorrow?"

Jo sighed, rolling her eyes as she turned and headed towards the locker room.

"What’s her deal?" Dean asked, glancing at Sam.

Sam just shrugged.

A sudden emergency interrupted the brothers' conversation, forcing Dean to leave everything on the kitchen table, your personal card included, resting there on top of the pastry boxes.

“Don’t touch my pie!” he shouted, rushing toward the truck.

In the chaos, as firefighters scrambled to manage the scene, your card was knocked to the floor and landed near Jo’s ankle boots.

She looked down at it, her mind racing. For a moment, she considered picking it up, but she quickly dismissed the idea. Instead, she nudged it away with her foot, pushing it down the kitchen aisle. No one would notice, and no one would be hurt by it. Dean would have more time to heal, away from any distractions, and you wouldn’t become just another notch in his belt.

It wasn’t that she hated you, but seeing that card made something twist uncomfortably in her chest. She wasn’t blind to what was happening between you and Dean, but she wasn’t about to let him fall for someone like you, not when he needed space, not when he still had so much to work through. But that moment wasn’t just about protecting Dean’s heart, no, it was about protecting her own, too.

She quickly washed away any sign of guilt on her face and followed everyone to the trucks.

——

"Where the hell is it?" Dean was frantically tossing items around the kitchen.

"Oh, God, Dean!" Bobby's voice cut through the chaos. "What are you doing? Look at this place."

"I left it here, and now it's gone."

"Food doesn't last long around here, son."

"No, not the food, the number. Her number." Bobby raised an eyebrow in confusion. "She gave it to me, and now it has disappeared. I haven't called her yet, and she's gonna think I’m just another player."

"But you kinda are," Bobby said.

It was true. Since the whole Amara thing, Dean had been... well, a little too generous with his attention to women, leaving a trail of broken hearts in his way. But this was different. Bobby had never seen Dean like this before.

"Not the point, Bobby." Dean sighed, clearly frustrated.

Bobby, looking a little too pleased with himself, placed a hand on Dean's shoulder.

"Let me tell you what, son. Your truck’s almost out of gas. Why don’t you and the boys take it to the station, and fill the tank? And hey, make sure you take the street that passes near the bakery, just to, you know, say hello."

Dean’s eyes lit up, a grin spreading across his face as he grabbed his jacket.

"You’re a genius, Chief."

Dean quickly gathered the crew and jumped into his truck, headed straight for you. Bobby stood watching him go, a satisfied smile on his face. He glanced at the pie Dean had been saving for himself, shrugged, and cut himself a piece before heading to his office. After all, he was alone. No one would ever know.

——

“Uh, Boss?” Charlie’s voice floated in as she gently knocked on the kitchen door.

“Yes, Charlie?” You didn’t look up, still focused on decorating your cupcakes.

“Remember that hot firefighter?” she asked, peeking in.

You raised an eyebrow but didn’t stop piping icing. “Yeah?”

“I think you might want to go outside,” she said, a mischievous smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

Confused, you looked up from your work. “What? Why?”

Donna appeared beside Charlie, quickly swiping the pastry bag from your hands. “I’ll finish these for you. Go on.”

You raised your hands in mock surrender. “Fine.” You stood up, but Charlie stopped you.

“Let me fix this.” She patted your head, brushing away what was probably powdered sugar. “Go.”

Still confused, you walked toward the door, but as soon as you saw the red glow outside, everything clicked. Your glass door was tinted red from the reflection of a massive fire truck parked in front of your shop. 

And then you saw him.

Dean.

He was wearing his navy firefighter jacket, the one with the logo of his station on the sleeve. He looked unreal.

You opened the door, trying to act casual, though your heart was racing. You took a quick glance at the fire truck again, then back to him.

��Captain?” you chuckled, your voice betraying a touch of nervousness. “Everything okay?”

Dean took a step forward, glancing around before entering your shop. “Sorry about blocking your driveway, Sweetheart. I just... didn’t want you to think I’m some player for not texting you.”

You blinked, caught off guard, but nodded for him to continue. You had noticed his lack of texting, but with the craziness of the shop, you hadn’t had time to think about it.

“I lost your number,” he said, a genuine tone of sorrow in his voice.

You smirked and held out your hand. “Your phone, Captain.”

He pulled out his cell and handed it to you without hesitation.

“No password?” you teased, glancing at him while you added your number.

“Got nothing to hide, especially not from you, sweetheart,” he said with a playful grin.

You raised an eyebrow. “We’ll see.”

“Date’s still on for tomorrow. I’ll text you the details.”

“Just don’t lose the phone,” you shot back, your lips curling into a smile.

He grinned. “Oh, that’s funny, sweetheart.” Then, before you could say anything else, he leaned in and brushed a kiss on your cheek. “See you then.”

“Bye, Captain,” you called after him, a flutter in your chest as you watched him walk away.

“Marry him.” Donna said behind you, you just rolled your eyes and laughed.

Dean got inside the truck and looked at his brother with a big smile on his face.

“What?”

“Oh, you’re going to fall so hard.” 

“Is that a threat, Sammy?” Sam rolled his eyes.

“Whatever lover boy.”

——

You paced back and forth in your living room, anxiety bubbling up as you glanced at the clock. You’d already changed outfits four times, and you still weren’t sure if you’d chosen the right one.

Donna and Charlie had decided to stay past their shifts to help, but you were still second-guessing yourself.

“I’m sure he’d like you even if you were wearing a potato sack,” Donna said, her voice light as she sipped her wine.

“You think?” you asked, eyeing yourself in the mirror.

“Of course. Girl, he’s smitten,” Donna replied, her confidence unwavering.

You traced the hem of your red dress, frowning as you considered her words. You glanced in the mirror, smoothing your hands over the red dress you’d finally settled on. It hugged you in all the right places.

“Hey, the bakery’s closed,” Charlie said as she entered, but she stopped in her tracks when she saw you. “Oh, he’s going to lose his mind. You look very hot.”

You smiled. “Thank you, Charlie.”

“I’m glad we stuck with this one after the hundred dresses you tried on.” Charlie’s teasing tone made you roll your eyes.

Before you could answer, your phone buzzed. You checked the screen, it was Dean. He’d arrived.

Donna and Charlie wasted no time, ushering you toward the door before you could glance at yourself in the mirror one more time. 

You stepped outside, and there he was leaning casually against his Impala, a bouquet of flowers in hand. The sight of him stopped you in your tracks. His head turned at the sound of the door, and his breath visibly caught the second he saw you.  

Dean’s gaze swept over you, slow and deliberate, his green eyes lingering as if he were memorizing every inch of you. He straightened up, his usual confidence faltering for just a moment as his lips curved into a lopsided smile.  

“Hey, Sweetheart.” he said, his voice deeper than usual. “You look…wow.”  

Heat bloomed in your chest as you walked toward him. “Hi, Dean. These are beautiful.”  

“They’re nothing compared to you,” he said softly, handing you the bouquet without breaking eye contact.  

“Let me get them in water so we can get going.” You turned to head back inside, but before you could, Charlie popped her head out the door.  

“I’ve got it,” she said, grabbing the bouquet and shooing you back outside. You didn’t even notice she followed you downstairs. 

Dean opened the car door for you, His hand brushed your back lightly as you slid inside, the small touch sending a spark through you.  As you slid into the passenger seat, you smiled at the familiar scent of leather of his car apparently named Baby.

Even at the restaurant, he was attentive, pulling out your chair for you to sit on.

“Tell me about you,” he said, leaning forward. “I want to know everything.”  

You smiled, your nerves starting to ease. “Well, I inherited my bakery from my grandparents. It’s been my passion since I was little. My parents moved away, so it’s just me keeping the place running.”  

Dean nodded, his eyes never leaving your face. There was something in the way he looked at you like you were the only person in the room.  

His expression softened. “That’s impressive. Takes guts to keep something like that alive.” he said quietly, and the sincerity in his voice made your breath hitch.  

“What about you?” you asked, trying to shift the focus back to him.  

“When I was four, my family was in a fire,” he began, his voice steady but tinged with something deeper, you instinctively reached out, placing your hand on his. He dropped his gaze to where your fingers touched, his lips curving into a small smile.  

Dean’s expression softened as he took a deep breath. “When I was four, my family was in a fire. I’ve admired firefighters ever since and followed them around. That’s how I met Bobby, our chief. He took me under his wing and helped me get started as a Junior firefighter. And now years later, I’m the Captain.”

You gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “You’re really determined, aren’t you?”

He chuckled. “Guess I am. But when I’m not on shift, I work on cars. Baby keeps me busy, and I fix up my friends' cars too. If I wasn’t a firefighter, I’d probably be a mechanic.”  

“Funny. If I wasn’t a baker, I’d have been a ballerina,” you said, grinning.  

He raised an eyebrow, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Oh, really? I think you should still do it. You’d look amazing in a tutu.”

The evening unfolded with laughter, easy conversation, and lingering glances. There was undeniable chemistry between you two, sparks flying every time his hand brushed yours, every time you caught his smile. 

When dinner ended, By the time he walked you to your door, the tension between you was palpable.  

“Thank you for tonight,” you said, smiling up at him. “But next time... I think we should go for a burger.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “So, the rumors are true.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What rumors?”

“That you’re going to be my downfall.” He stepped closer, his voice dropping. “I’ve been dying to do something all night.”  

Your breath caught as he tilted your chin up, his lips hovering just a whisper away.  

“Can I kiss you?”  he asked, his voice rough and quiet like he was holding back everything he felt.

Your heart thundered in your chest, and all you could manage was a soft, “Please.”  

He leaned in slowly, as if giving you the chance to pull away but when his lips finally touched yours, the world seemed to stop. His kiss was soft at first, a hesitant brush of warmth that sent a rush of heat through your entire body.

But when you tilted your head, leaning into him, he deepened the kiss with a quiet groan. His hand slid to the small of your back, pulling you closer, while his other hand cupped your face as if you were something fragile.

His lips moved against yours with a fervor that left you breathless, every motion speaking of the longing he’d been holding back all night. He kissed you like you were the only thing he wanted in the world, savoring your lips every second.

The faint taste of whiskey lingered on his lips, mingling with the intoxicating scent of his cologne. The combination overwhelmed your senses, making you dizzy with how right it all felt.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested gently against yours, both of you struggling to catch your breath. His thumb brushed lightly against your cheek as if he was reluctant to let go.

“You’re even more dangerous than I thought,” he said, his lips brushing yours again in the faintest tease of a kiss.  

“Dean,” you murmured, laughing softly, “you’d better not be married.”  

The sudden tension in his body was subtle but undeniable. Something flickered in his eyes, gone almost as quickly as it appeared.  

“Just joking,” you added quickly, brushing it off.  

He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes this time. “I know.” His hand trailing down to his side as if it pained him to stop touching you.

Still, before he left, he stole one last kiss, this one softer, a lingering moment that left you breathless all over again.

“See you tomorrow, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice low and full of affection.

“You’ll see me tomorrow, Captain.”

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[whipitgod]

Totally Normal, Non Romantic Bro Moment

Dean x Castiel

oneshot - wc: 2k

summary: Dean is the only one who doesn’t realize he’s dating Cas

warnings: blatantly and boldly ignoring canon, a little crack-ish as per usual, some light swearing and little bit of spice (they kiss but that’s it)

a/n: Thank you for all the support on the last few oneshots!! this is the first time i’ve ever written for destiel or supernatural so it might be a bit ooc! If you like this remember to leave a like/reblog! maybe even follow me :D! Happy reading!!

!!!!REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!!

“Sammy!” The sound of his brother calling his name makes Sam sit up quickly, having dozed off whilst trying to finish a book he had started ages ago but could never manage to find the time to complete. He pushes himself off his bed with the intent to meet the older Winchester in the kitchen where he heard him yelling from. Before he even has a chance to reach for the door handle the door flies open, Dean entering the room with a startling amount of aggression.

Sam puffs out an irritated breath at the man's behavior, “Of course you can come in-” he pauses slightly taking in the flustered nature of the hunter now pacing back in forth and grumbling quietly to himself; a look of concern crosses Sam’s face, mouth turning down slightly, “Are you alright, did something happen?”

Dean’s head snaps towards him then, looking at him for the first time since he had burst into the room, “Yeah, i’m fine man,” he gets a look on his face like he tasted something bitter before rushing out an agitated, “no actually i’m not fine.” Sam tilts his head slightly at this urging Dean to continue with a wave of his hand; Sam notes that the man has yet to stop pacing.

“Bobby said someth’n weird earlier that's got me thinking,” Dean hesitates for a moment almost like he’s second guessing even bringing it up, “he uh,” another slight pause, brows furrowing, “he seems to think i’m dating Cas.” he takes a deep breath after he says this, a common action when he gets too worked up over something.

The younger Winchesters' brows crease in confusion at this, Dean taking this as a sign that his brother finds the notion absurd lets out a relieved breath. His relief is only short lived, Sam shaking his head slightly before questioning, “Is that it?” Dean's expression hardens, agitation returning and causing his shoulders to tense.

“The hell do you mean ‘is that it’, this is a big deal!”

Sam lets out a small laugh at his brother's frustration, “Was he not accepting?”

The anger leaves Deans features, a look of confusion taking it’s place, “The fuck does that mean?”

“Was he not accepting of your relationship with cas?” Sam now wears a look of confusion mirroring Dean’s. The older man stops pacing at this question, brows furrowing even further than Sam thought possible.

“What relationship?” The anger gone from Dean’s voice, tone now mired in confusion.

Sam looks at his brother like he’s lost his mind, “The relationship you have with Cas,” he searches Dean’s face for any sign that the man is joking, not finding any he pushes on, “You guys have been dating for months.”

Dean seems to short circuit at this, blinking several times before letting out a disbelieving scoff, “I am not dating Cas,” a nervous laugh escapes him, “That’s insane, I knew you were crazy but not that crazy.”

Sam stares blankly at him and Dean rushes to continue, “I mean the idea of Cas and I dating is laughable,” another nervous laugh accompanied by a growing redness in his face, “Why would you even think that?”

Sam’s eyebrows shoot up in disbelief at the question, a sharp bark of laughter leaving him before he can stop it. He tries again to find any sign that his brother is joking but the man's expression is steely, jaw clenched in frustration, “Oh wow, you’re serious.” At this Dean lets out an angry huff opening his mouth to start speaking before closing it again, teeth grinding together.

“For starters, you guys act like an old married couple all the time,” Dean opens his mouth to disagree but Sam cuts him off, “you guys also frequently gaze into each other's eyes for extended periods of time.”

“We do not!”

“Just last week you guys had a whispered discussion before staring into each other's eyes for five minutes,” Dean’s expression turns contemplative, “five minutes might not be accurate actually,” Sam thinks for a moment, “It was probably longer, I didn't stand around to time it.”

Dean releases an irritated noise before rushing to defend himself, “We were having a moment!” Sam’s expression turns amused at the sentence and Dean jumps to amend it, “A bro moment! A totally normal, non romantic bro moment!”

Sam quirks a brow at this, a teasing smile threatening to overcome his features. Dean lets out another frustrated sound, “It’s a normal dude thing, it’s what pals do!” Sam kind of wants to let Dean continue floundering, if only to see how many synonyms he can find for the word ‘bro’; he decides against it, deciding to put Dean out of his misery.

With a gentle sigh the younger man pushes himself up so he’s sitting fully upright, “Bobby and I aren't the only ones who think you guys are together,” He thinks for a moment, “Actually, I'm pretty sure you are the only one that doesn't think you guys are dating.”

Dean is quiet at this causing him to continue, “I don't know man, it's something you should think about,” Sam stands and walks over to the door with the intent to find something for dinner, “maybe you should talk to cas about this.'' With that he pulls the door open not waiting for the other man to respond, and without sparing another glance in Dean’s direction he walks down the hallway towards the kitchen.

Dean stands motionless for a few minutes before managing to snap himself out of the daze the conversation had left him in. Shaking his head in an attempt to clear his thoughts, he makes the short trek to his own bedroom; Closing the door behind him and letting out a breath he didn't know he had been holding, he lets his mind wander to memories of all of the interactions he and Cas had had recently.

Sure they were close, their relationship probably closer than most other mens, but that didn't mean they were together! Sure they had kissed a few times when they were both a little too drunk but that didn't mean anything! It was normal to kiss your bro when you had a few too many. This line of thinking does nothing to quell the internal turmoil he was feeling; his mind now stuck on memories of the kisses they had shared on rare occasions that were never discussed once they were sober.

Dean huffs a bitter laugh, “I don't even like men.” The phrase feels wrong as it leaves his mouth. He had never really given much thought to whether or not he liked men, but now that he was thinking about it he’s met with a startling realization, “Oh god, do i?”

He thinks back to all of the men that he had ever found attractive, the ones he was a bit too fascinated by; having written off the fascination as a friendly interest at the time, he finds himself realizing that some of the interest really wasn't all that friendly.

His mind wanders to cas, remembering all of the things they had done together that had, at the time, seemed innocent and friendly; now that he’s looking back on them they seem to be a little bit too intimate to be friendly. There was also that one dream he had a few weeks back that had made being around cas very awkward for a few days, the memory of the dream alone making his face heat up. He loses track of the amount of time he stays lost in thought, his mind spinning in circles as he thinks about the dynamic he has with the angel.

He reaches a conclusion that makes him suck in a sharp breath, “Oh god, i'm in love with cas.” It comes out as a disbelieving whisper. He doesn't know what to do with realization but now that he’s said it outloud it feels like the most obvious thing in the world.

A Few Days Earlier

Dean can’t help but watch Cas's side profile as the man takes another swig from the almost empty bottle of whiskey; Dean had tapped out before the bottle had even been opened, the angel needing way more alcohol than Dean could stomach to even get a buzz. The hunter isn’t quite sure how many bottles of assorted liquor cas had drunk at this point but it was clear the man was feeling the effects of them, his eyes a little droopy as if he was struggling to see clearly. Dean wasn’t in much better shape, his eyes struggling to focus as he watched the angel’s Adam's apple bob as he drank. Without realizing that he was even moving he reached up and grabbed the bottle from Cas's hands, taking a quick drink of it before setting it down in front of them.

“I think you’ve had enough.” Dean's tone is light when he says this, almost teasing. Cas meets his eyes with a dazed smile and Dean’s eyes get stuck on the curve of his lips.

He wants to kiss him. The thought doesn't scare him like he thinks it should, he supposes it wouldn't be the first drunken kiss the pair had shared; alcohol acting as a cover for the real emotions at play that Dean really didn't want to deal with.

Before he can think better of it he leans in, cas letting out a surprised noise as their lips meet before melting into the kiss. The thought that they shouldn’t be doing this crosses Dean's mind but he stamps it down quickly when he feels cas reach up and tangle his fingers in his hair. They stay like that until dean pulls away slightly to suck in a few panting breaths, their foreheads stay touching as they stare into each other's eyes. Dean remembers, bitterly, that tomorrow this would become another one of the little moments that he's too afraid to discuss. With that floating around his head he leans back in with a little bit more force than necessary, their teeth clacking together as their mouths meet.

Present Day

He blinks away the memory, shaking his head slightly and digging in his pocket for his phone, he finds cas’s contact and hesitates for a moment before hitting the call button. The sound of the phone ringing does nothing to calm the anxiety he’s feeling but before he can second guess himself cas picks up.

Cas answers the phone with a soft, “Hello?” and dean feels his heart in his throat.

“I think I'm in love with you.” He had not meant to blurt it out like that, and he curses quietly to himself as he waits for Cas's response.

“I mean it would be kind of weird if you weren’t given that we’re dating.”

Dean pauses at this, a flood of emotions hitting him and causing him to let out a sound reminiscent of a gasp, “What?”

“We’re dating,” there's a pause from cas and the rustle of papers being moved, dean briefly wonders what he’s doing before he realizes what the man had said. Dean's mouth opens and shuts a few times as he struggles to find the appropriate words.

Cas continues speaking, seemingly oblivious to the internal struggle that Dean is having, “We had a date a few days ago,” more rustling, “we got pizza and then got drunk and made out.”

Dean is at a loss for words, he lets out a choked sound before starting to laugh, the kind of laugh that makes your sides hurt. It takes him a minute to regain his composure, wiping a tear that had escaped during the laughing fit he takes a deep breath before responding, “Yeah i guess we did.”

“Are you feeling alright?” The question sounds so sincere it almost causes Dean to spiral into laughter again but he manages to hold it in.

The hunter pauses for a moment thinking about the question, “Yeah,” he’s smiling so hard his cheeks are starting to hurt, “i’m great.”

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All in | Chapter 4.5 (Jeongin)

pairing: Lee Felix x f!reader (mafia au)

summary: You didn't know what you were getting yourself into when you started dating Yang Jungwon, notorious mafia boss. Your life gets flipped upside down when you're found beaten and bloody by SKZ, the rival mafia group, and you're quickly integrated into their lives. What will happen when you try to leave your old life behind and start anew?

chapter summary: Jeongin has only ever wanted one thing. How did Jeongin come to join SKZ?

warnings: please see series masterlist for all warnings

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Jeongin:

The day I told my mother that I wanted to go to fashion school was the same day that my braces had been removed. Though I’d had a passion for clothing and having a great appearance my entire life, fashion school was never really in the cards for me. It was something I had been thinking about for a while, but when I talked to my mother in the car on the way home from the orthodontist… 

“Your father and I put down the down-payment for university today,” she said. I remember not wanting to have that conversation, especially then. I was still in pain from the procedure and still in a mood. 

“Okay,” I replied. 

“You need to declare your major by the end of the week. Your father and I think that with your biology grades, you would fare pretty well going the science route.” Anxiety bubbled in my gut and I started speaking before I could stop myself. 

“I don’t want to go the science route, mom,” I told her. She furrowed her brow in confusion and I hated the way her face looked. I could already tell my words were about to disappoint her. “I want… I want to be a fashion designer.” She laughed. She fucking laughed in my face. And as much as I hated being emotional, especially in front of her, tears streamed down my face. She didn’t notice. I wiped them away too fast. 

“You aren’t going to pursue fashion,” she spat. “Don’t tell that to your father. He’s going to think you might be gay or something. He will not be as kind as I am about this.” 

The words struck like a knife to the gut. I didn’t speak. I couldn’t because I knew she was right. My father would never let me pursue fashion, he would sooner disown me. God forbid I do something that could come across as slightly feminine, I would be a disgrace. And so, we never talked about it again. 

I started school that fall, after I walked in my high school graduation. I had been enrolled as a biology major, much to my dismay. The first semester went swimmingly. I excelled in all of my courses, just as my parents had anticipated. But on the side… I tried not to squash my own dreams. I filled up journal after journal with design ideas. I never showed them to anybody, but I took great care in what I wore. People started to notice. People even complimented me on my outfits, and without my parents there it was possible to imagine enrolling in fashion school and becoming successful. 

The first day of my second semester, I switched my major. I didn’t consult my parents about it but I started attending the classes I had always wanted to. I had never been happier in my life, actually. I struggled a little more than I did in my science classes at first, as the other students had a semester’s worth of knowledge above me, but it didn’t take me long to catch up. I excelled, even, and professors told me that I had the capacity to go far. 

One day when I showed up to my course, the door was locked. Rattling the handle, I remember beung confused. Why hadn’t the professor unlocked the door yet? I wasn’t late, was I? 

“Jeongin,” I heard the professor say as he opened the door. “I received word from the dean and I regret to inform you that you aren’t enrolled in this course anymore.” What? He saw my confusion before he continued speaking. “Your tuition payment has been declined. Your parents have contacted the school and have let us know that you are no longer allowed to attend.” 

I knew immediately what had happened. I didn’t even bother to check my phone, as I knew not to expect any messages. My parents, they were just like that. Passive-aggressive, cold and distant whenever they wanted to be. They wouldn’t have returned my calls if I had tried to reach out, so I didn’t even bother. 

A notice was put up on my dorm room that I had 48 hours to vacate from the premises. I said goodbye to my roommates and to my friends. My life as I knew it was over. It was great while it lasted. 

Packing up one suitcase, I found myself couch-hopping for quite some time. As long as they would let me. My parents had cut my funds off completely and I had been left with nothing. My phone bill was no longer being paid, which was to be expected. It was then for the first time in my life that I knew what it was like to lose everything. In fact, I had never not had everything. I grew up pretty wealthy and privileged, knowing my parents would always be there to take care of me and provide for me. 

The only thing able to sacrifice that security was my dream. 

I knew I needed to start making money. Somewhere deep down I had the thought that maybe if I made enough money I could find a way to enroll again on my own. I had a buddy who encouraged me to start selling drugs with him, and while I was hesitant at first I realized just how much money it made. For someone who was without a phone, had no means to get food and had no apartment, it sounded like a pretty good deal. I had already lost everything. What more could have been taken at that point?

I started selling drugs and living on the streets. I was only 18 years old. I had never touched the drugs myself, but did whatever questionable job that I had to do in order to make as much money as I could. The people I ended up surrounding myself with… they were questionable, to say the least. Sometimes I ended up feeling unsafe around them but I put up a fake smile and fought back the voice in my head that told me to run. 

One day I ran into him. The first thing I noticed about him was his outfit. He looked well put together and jealousy had bubbled in my gut ferociously. The man was a few inches shorter than me with long, beautiful blonde hair and feminine features. He walked with confidence and dominance that I had never seen someone possess. He looked border-line angelic but the deep timbre of his voice surprised the crap out of me. 

“You seem like a good kid,” he said. It was the first time since I left school that anybody had tried to look into the deeper qualities of my personality, to see past me for what I am. A drug-dealer. With just one look, the man seemed to have made a decision. 

“Your gang is getting raided tonight,” he said. “My team and I. We’re coming in here and fighting you for all you’re worth. We’re going to win. You know they’re a bunch of good for nothing scum, right?” I nodded my head solemnly. “You should leave,” he advised. 

“I have nowhere else to go,” I told him. “I’ve been disowned. This is all I am. This is all I have now.” 

“Do you really believe that?” he asked. I shrug my shoulders. “If you get the Hell away from here tonight, I will find you again. Me and my team… SKZ. If you want to, you can join us,” he said. “I’ll introduce you to my leader.” 

When he left I was trembling though I didn’t know why. All he left me with was his name, Felix. He seemed good enough, and for some reason I trusted him. I left everything behind, the people that integrated me into their gang, all of my money and all of my drugs. I hauled ass out of there. By the sound of the police sirens, I could tell that Felix was right. I did the right thing by leaving. The next day I heard that some of my gang had ended up dead, others ended up seriously injured and in custody of the police. A thought had flashed over my mind, of me dying there that night with the others. My parents would go to my memorial service and grieve for their dead son and they have no fucking right to do so. That’s not how I wanted it to end. I will end up at the top of the fashion industry and make them feel sorry that they had ever doubted me. 

Felix found me again, just like he promised. He introduced me to his leader, Bang Chan. The guy was intimidating but he extended his trust to me which I appreciated. All I needed to do was show my undying loyalty towards him and he would give me food, money and a place to stay? It seemed too good to be true. 

“Jeongin, I’d like to see you in my office,” he said to me one day. It had been almost a year since I decided to join SKZ. When I joined at first, I didn’t exactly realize what I was getting myself into. The mafia, that is. But the way Felix described it to me… ‘We’re going to make the world a better place.’ It didn’t sound all that bad even if the means were unconventional. 

“Yes?” I asked him, sitting down in the wooden chair facing his desk. 

“What do you desire above all else?” he had asked me. His question had caught me off guard. 

“May I be frank?” I asked. I wasn’t sure what his intentions were when asking me that, but by that point I had started to become comfortable. Felix, Seungmin, Jisung… They’d become my friends. People I could turn to. The first ones to support me and even ask to see my designs, which I showed them willingly. 

“I want nothing more,” he responded. 

“I want to go to fashion school,” I admitted. “I’ve always dreamt of it. I tried to pursue it, but that dream tore me apart from everybody I had ever loved. I need to go now. I need to prove them wrong, but I want to prove myself right.” 

He mulled over my words. “Very well,” he had said. “I would like for you to sign a contract. If you stay here with us for another three years and show your complete honesty and loyalty, at the end of your contract I will pay your tuition in full.” 

My heart skipped a beat at his words. Was this the opportunity that I had been waiting for? “You’re not serious,” I had said. 

“Dead,” he smiled. “I’m an honest man, Jeongin. You prove to me that you’re one of us, I’ll make it worth your while. Do we have a deal?” 

I thought of the things that he had made me do up until now. Murdering, infiltration, arms dealing… even running some of the more sketchier businesses in the area, because if SKZ is the one in charge of them, then we know everyone is safe and protected and there’s no dirty business happening underneath our noses. Everything that we’ve been doing, it’s for the greater good. 

‘Do I really want to be stuck doing this?’ I had thought. Is signing a contract a good idea? I thought of my mother laughing in my face just a few years prior when I had told her about my dream for the first time. That young, bright-eyed boy wanted his mother to support him, to tell him that he was going to do great things and that she would be there for him no matter what. Instead, she had laughed in his face and made sure first-hand that his dreams would crumble and burn before his eyes. My parents had not even contacted me one time since I had left school. 

Instead there was a man right in front of me offering me everything I had ever wanted. I would do it, no matter the cost. 

“Deal.” 

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"DON'T GO"

SUMMARY: Dean and Y/n broke up, and she decided to leave

WORDS COUNT: 2500

PAIRING: reader x Dean Winchester

WARNINGS: fights

You walk inside the motel room, everything is dark except for the small window through which the light of a street lamp enters to light Dean's bed.

You look around and you clear your voice in case Sam is sleeping

"Sam?" you call his name but the one who answer you it's definitely not Sam

"He's out" the blood stops running in your veins and your breath dies in your mouth

"Dean" you whisper, your cheeks are turning red and you try to act cool in front of him.

Since the two of you broke up after a huge fight you always feel a bit uncomfortable talking with him or just being alone with him. Not because he's making you uncomfortable, but because you still crave his touch, his kisses, his sweet words.

You miss him, but you become good at pretend everything is fine

"You remember my name, that's good" you can hear the sarcasm in his voice and you roll your eyes. You turn around to turn on the lights but he stops you "Don't"

"Why?" you ask confused "It's so dark in here"

"Leave it" you frown and you look at his shadow. His head is lowered and he doesn't look at you while he sits at the small table in the corner of the room

"What's wrong?" you ask taking a step closer

"Don't come near me" he immediately gets up and he gets closer to the wall

"Dean, what the hell is going on?" you start to get frustrated by his attitude and you take another step forward

"Y/n, for fuck sake, stay there" you open your mouth in disbelief after you hear his voice, so low, so intimidating

"No" you turn on the lights and what you see leave you speechless "Dean..." his lips are split and a cut is bleeding from his eyebrow. A blue bruise is on his left cheek and a dark eye is looking at you almost in a worried way "The fuck?" you immediately rush to him but he stops you

"Don't touch me, Y/n" he raises his voice but you're not scared of him, you could never be. You know he's doing all of this to push you away, but he's too hurt to make you stop

"No" you say in a firm voice and your eyes end up on the half empty bottle of whiskey. You found yourself taking a deep breath almost in a disappointing way and you shake your head "You're drunk" you sigh

"Almost" he can't even talk properly and you feel your heart sinking in your chest

"Why?" it's the only thing you're capable of thinking. Why is he doing all of this. You know it's not for you, so what's wrong? "You fought with Sam? Castiel?" Dean doesn't look at you and you feel your strength leaving your body "Dean, Jesus, answer me!"

"Why do you care?!" he raises his voice so unexpectedly that you take a step back because of the surprised. His eyes look at you and he shakes his head "I'm...I'm sorry" you almost laugh in disbelief

"No" you take another step back "No, I can't do this" now it's almost like you're taking to yourself "I can't do this all over again" you grab your leather jacket and you get ready to open the door

"So you're leaving" he says in a sarcastic way "I've already seen this" his words cut you deep in your soul and you turn around with you hand on the door

"Don't you dare" you whisper as you look at him "Don't you dare say I left you, Dean"

"Why? Am I wrong?" he's words are slurry but they still hurt like hell

"What are you trying to say?!" you are losing your patience and your voice gets louder

"That you left" Dean gets closer to you and you stop breathing. You feared this moment, but you know it would happen eventually "At the first occasion, the first fight, you left me!" now he's screaming so you feel the rage growing and you look at him angry and frustrated

"I left you?! I left you?!" you point yourself "You fucking told me to leave!" another step closer and you can see it in his eyes he wasn't expecting this "You screamed at me, telling me that you were over, that we were over! That you were tired of all the fight, the misunderstanding. That you were tired of me!" tears are forming in your eyes but you are praying that they won't end up on your cheeks

"I was angry! Christ, Y/n! I've never cared about someone like I cared about you and you fucking left me like everyone else!" his words, instead of making you sad, they're making you even more angry

"You broke my heart, Dean!" you decide to let all out, there's no going back now "I thought you were the love of my life. I believed you were going to be mine forever!" he's eyes are surprised and you shake your head while your voice breaks "I loved you so fucking much and you...you broke me, Dean..." a tear runs down your face but now you don't even care any more "You...you were the one who should've protect me...but you became the one who hurt me the most" Dean looks at you and you think he's going to get mad at you, that he's going to scream and tell you to leave but your heart stops when you see a small tear on his cheek

"I...I didn't mean to" he whispers "I...I've never wanted to hurt you...I..." he stops for a second and he turns around so you can't see his face "What have I done?" he asks to himself and your heart breaks.

You can't just stand there and look at him, so you sigh and you bite your lip as you take another step back from him

"I'm sorry, I can't" you whisper as you head to the door for the second time in a couple of minutes. Dean doesn't says anything, he just stays there without moving, without speaking and you think this is it. It's too late, there's nothing left to save

"Where..." you hear his voice. His voice. You love it so much but, right now, it's killing you "Where are you going, Y/n?" Dean sounds like a small child, scared to be left alone and you feel like a horrible person but, deep inside you, you know it's the right thing to do

"Im going, Dean. I'm going away" you whisper shaking a bit because of your decision. You can hear his breathing getting slower

"You're not coming back" it's not a question, it's a sentence. You both know this is the end

"No" it's the only thing you say as you open the door and, even if you are dying to turn around to look at him one last time, you go out without turning back hoping this is the last time that something like this happens to you.

When the door closes behind you, tears starts running on your face. Your heart is sinking in your chest and you feel like you just died.

You should run away, instead you drag yourself to the closest bar and you get inside. The tears stopped but the nothingness is still there. Actually, it's the only thing left in you. So you walk towards the counter and you look at the waiter

"Whiskey...neat" she looks at you but she doesn't say anything and she just pour some of it in the glass. Without hesitation you drink it in one sip "Another" and you keep going for a couple times more.

A guy tries to approaches you but you look at him with a killing gaze

"A beautiful girl like you all alone...what's wrong, angel?" you roll your eyes and you show him the black gun on your side

"You better piss off, angel" you wink at him and you get up "If you want to keep your balls" you push him with your shoulder and you walk towards the exit. As you are heading to your car hoping to find some affordable motel, your phone starts ringing, you're almost tempted to just let it ring, but when you see it's Sam calling you you know you have to answer it.

You clear your voice trying to sound sober and you put the phone to your ear

"Where are you?" his voice is so worried you feel guilty

"I'm gone, Sam. I'm sorry, I'll explain everything tomorrow. If you want we can meet-" he stops you

"You have to come back, now" you shake your head even if he can't see you

"Sam, I can't. I'm sor-"

"Y/n. You have to come back. Now. Dean is out of his mind" Dean is out of his mind.

Dean is out of his mind.

Dean.

Out.

Mind.

And even if you promised to yourself to not go back, you are running to him like you always did, like you always will.

Outside the room, there's Sam with a worried look and some ice on his eye

"What? What the hell happened?" you open your arms and you look at the closed door

"I came back...he was so..." you are sure he's going to say mad but... "Scared" scared? "He was so strange, almost lost. I don't know what happened but he was screaming your name I...I had to call you" you sto breathing as you try to understand what Sam is saying. The only thing in your mind, right now, is the thought of Dean calling your name and you heart is breaking even more second after second

"He hit you?" you ask in disbelief, it's strange, everything is completely out of the ordinary

"Yeah" he closes his eyes for a moment and you shake your head

"Let me in" you say in a firm voice. Sam looks at you surprised and you nod slowly "Just let me in" he doesn't say anything but he opens the door and, as you take a step in, your heart is beating so fast you can almost feel it all over your body

"SAM I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE!" something gets smashed against the wall and you jump in surprised "SHE FUCKING LEFT ME, SAM! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!" something made of glass just ended on the floor "I HAD TO PROTECT HER!" the room is still in the dark except for the light of a small lamp next to your bed "I BROKE...I broke her heart, Sam..." Dean's voice gets lower all of a sudden and all the emotions fall on you and you start to feel so tired. The only thing you'd like to do is hide yourself between his arms "Sam...where is she? Where's Y/n?"

"I'm here..." you whisper and you look at his face as he turns towards you

"Y/n" he gets up from your bed and he tries to get closer but he's too drunk "Shit...you're here" you put your jacket on the table and rush towards him

"What have you done?" you ask him as you grab him to avoid him falling on the ground

"You left" his voice is strange, he's clearly drunk but it sounds like he's been crying "You left and I...I was alone. I thought you were gone forever" Dean puts his head on your shoulder and you find yourself hugging him so hard that you're scared you're going to break him

"I'm here...it's okay, I'm here now" you grab his face and check the cut on his lip "Let's go to the bathroom" he nods softly as the two of you walk towards the small white room "Come here" you say as you start cleaning his splitted lip

"Y/n" he whispers and takes your hand away from his face. Dean looks at you in a deep way like he's trying to tell you something so strong and powerful and your breath dies in your throat "I'm sorry" everything starts spinning around you as he gets closer "I'm sorry I broke your heart" another step and you find yourself trapped between him and the wall "I didn't mean to...I wanted to love you so fucking much" Dean puts his warm hand on your face and you know there's no going back now. He's always going to be your weakness, your soft spot, the only one to make you feel safe "I've been an asshole, I made a huge mistake that night...I was scared"

"Scared?" you ask as his fingers are saving you from the abyss

"That night..." he takes a deep breath and even if he's drunk, he sounds so sober now, so awake "That night I realised I loved you" everything stops "Like I've never loved anyone before. I loved and I cared before but you...you are everything to me. You are the reason I want to fight. You are the reason I try to stay strong. You are the reason I try to do my best even if sometimes I still make mistakes..." a tear runs down his face and you immediately dry it "I'm begging you, don't leave. And I understand if you don't want to talk to me any more or if you just want to forget everything that happened between us but please Y/n, don't go" he whispers as he puts his forehead on yours "Don't go because I'm nothing without you, I'm just a lost soul. Don't go because I'm empty without you. Don't go because I can't live without you" his lips are so close you can almost feel them on your mouth "Hate me. Treat me like shit. Pretend I don't exist. Do it because I deserve it. I deserve your hate after what I've done to you. But don't leave me alone because..." he shakes his head slowly as more tears run down his face

"Because?" you ask. Your heart is breaking and you don't know what to do, how to act. You can barely breathe

"Because I love you, Y/n" the world stops spinning when you hear him. it's the first time he said it.

Finally

"Say it again" you whisper as you close your eyes "Please" Dean strokes your cheek softly

"I love you" you start crying and you smile softly "I love you" without thinking you grab him and you kiss him.

You kiss him so hard it almost hurts but you don't care, you just need him, you need to feel him yours again, you need to feel his again.

So you kiss him, so desperately, so deeply, so loving

"I love you, Dean".

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My Worthless Love || Part Five

Summary: At first, Dean can’t believe his luck that he gets to date a porn star, but soon the cracks start to show, and Dean gets to see a totally different side to the industry that bursts his bubble and leaves him torn. 

Rating: 18+

Part Tags: teasing, flirting, anxiety, mentions of drug use, misogyny, inappropriate groping, blowjobs, mentions of step father/daughter scenes, jealousy, angst

Part WC: 2250

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“Jesus, you look good in that,” Dean can’t help but tell her as he watches Y/N fuss with the hem of the shorts she’s wearing. 

“I do? It’s okay?” she worries, turning herself around to check herself over in the mirror. 

Y/N’s makeshift dressing room is some kind of spare bedroom in the large house they’re renting for the shoot. Or maybe it’s someone’s actual home, Dean can’t be sure. Either way it’s ten times bigger than anything Dean’s ever stepped in before, and he can see why so many people decide to get into this kind of industry if this is the sort of money it can make you. 

“Sweetheart, if I wasn’t already jealous that some other guy gets you today, then I definitely am now.” Dean makes it no secret that his eyes have dropped to her ass, and Y/N rolls her eyes at him through her reflection, shaking her head. 

“You’re such a guy sometimes,” she complains with a soft smirk. But then it fades and she fusses with her shorts once more, clearly not happy with them. “I don’t know, I don’t think Marv will like them,” she stresses. 

“Who the fuck is Marv?” Dean asks, feeling insulted on her behalf that this Marv guy could have any kind of issue with how she looks in her outfit. 

“The director, so it’s pretty important he’s happy,” she explains. “I have shorter ones but they’re so uncomfortable.” 

“Those are fine,” Dean insists, watching her chew down on her bottom lip all the same, her eyes occasionally drifting over to the shorter pair draped on the back of the arm chair. 

“If Marv’s not happy then Dick won’t be happy,” she continues to fret, like she’s not even listening to Dean. 

“I’ll tell you whose dick is happy,” he tries to tease, just to lighten the mood. But Y/N shoots him a glare that this time isn’t so playful, and Dean realises she’s probably not in the right frame of mind to be cheered up by his juvenile attempts to wind her up. “Who’s Dick, anyway?” he asks next. 

“My agent,” she explains briefly. 

“Your agent is called Dick?” Dean can’t help but chuckle slightly. 

“Yep, and he’s true to his name, so I’d rather not upset him too.” 

Dean purses his lips, seeing how genuinely anxious Y/N seems to be to be letting anyone down, and he wonders what the ramifications would be for her if she did. Surely it would be nothing too serious, right? Probably just a slap on the wrist and told to do better? Not that Dean thinks Y/N is doing anything wrong, especially not when she’s only wearing a pair of shorts they might not love. It’s hardly a crime. 

A knock at the bedroom door breaks Dean’s thoughts, and someone is already walking in before they can be invited in. 

“Marv wants you on set,” Y/N is informed by some guy Dean’s not even seen before. “You’re wearing that?” 

“Is it okay?” Y/N chokes out, a shake in her voice. 

“That’s up to Marv, I guess,” the guy shrugs. “C’mon, we’re running behind.” 

Y/N takes a deep breath as the guy leaves, and she looks in the mirror one last time and tweaks her hair before rummaging in her purse. Dean hears the rustle of some kind of packet, and leans just enough to see her popping two pills out of a packet that Dean doesn’t recognise, grabbing her water and knocking them both back. 

“Are you feeling okay?” Dean checks. 

Y/N looks over her shoulder, confused for a second and then down at the packet in her hands, before quickly stuffing it back into her purse. 

“I’m fine, don’t worry about it,” she forces a smile at him and clears her throat. “C’mon, I don’t want to keep them waiting.” 

Dean follows Y/N quietly, still thinking about her taking whatever the hell she just took and why. What the hell is she expecting this guy to do to her? Does she have to be medicated just to do her job? That can’t be healthy. He wants to pry some more, probe her on what they are and why she takes them, but he knows now is not the time, and he doesn’t want to seem like he’s about to lecture her, she seems to be under enough pressure right now as it is. 

They get to set quicker than Dean had thought they would, and he stays where she tells him to, watching on silently as she heads towards the camera that’s set up, pointing towards a couch in a grand, large living room. 

“There you are,” some older guy grunts. Dean observes the man’s khaki cut offs and the oversized t-shirt that’s doing very little to disguise the obvious beer belly underneath it, the shine on the top of the man’s balding head is almost blinding. “You’re late,” he barks at her. “And you’re wearing that?” he huffs, clearly not impressed. 

“I just thought that–” 

“I don’t pay you to think, sweetheart, I pay you to fuck.” 

“Right, of course, it’s just I’m playing the step-daughter, right? And I figured–” 

But once again Y/N is cut off by the same guy. “I’m the director, I do the thinking,” he tells her condescendingly. 

“Of course, Marv, I’m sorry,” she relents, offering him a shaky smile. 

He huffs another deep breath and reaches out for her, grabbing at her thighs and the hem of her shorts. Y/N instantly looks uncomfortable, but she doesn’t say anything, and Dean doesn’t even notice that he’s clenched his hands into fists until his fingers begin to tingle. 

“Can you at least make them shorter?” Marv grunts, fussing with her shorts as he tries to do just that. Suddenly, some other guy is at her side, also doing the same thing, and Y/N lets herself get tugged around as they deal with the supposed issue. 

Dean has to fight everything inside him not to go over there and whisk her away, but eventually both of them step back, and begin to talk to one another like she’s not even there. 

“It’ll do I guess, we can just make sure she takes them off earlier in the script,” the other guy offers as a solution. 

“What panties are you wearing?” Marv barks at her. 

“Lace thong like you told me,” she replies, suddenly looking worried that she’s got that wrong too. 

“Fine. We can’t waste any more time,” Marv insists. “Go take your place.” 

Dean watches as Y/N obediently does what she’s told, making her way over to the couch and climbing onto it, letting some guy approach her to tweak her clothing and hair. From the little Dean knows about normal movie and tv sets, he assumes that usually, these things are taken care of by the make-up artists or stylists or something, not some random guy that seems to be just taking advantage of the free grope. Either way, Y/N doesn’t complain, and she clears her throat and picks up the TV remote beside her, playing with it quietly as she waits. 

“Where’s Nick?” Someone calls out, and people start looking around the set, some glancing over at Dean. 

“I’m coming,” Dean hears someone call from behind him and turns his head to see some older guy approaching. 

He’s not quite as tragic as poor Marv, he’s clearly many years older than Y/N, but he seems well kept. Dean assumes Nick is the other star of this show, especially after Y/N had briefly explained the plot of the scene being one of those classic step father seducing his new step daughter type ones. Apparently, she gets cast for a lot of those because she looks young and innocent enough. 

“You,” Nick barks, pointing right at Dean. “I’ll have a double espresso and a blueberry muffin, but make sure it’s gluten free, don’t wanna bloat on camera.” 

Dean frowns for a second, before realising the actor’s mistake. “I’m not… urm… I don’t work here.” 

“You don’t?” Nick frowns, crossing his arms over his chest, confused by Dean’s comment. 

“I’m… I’m Y/N’s boyfriend,” he explains. 

“Who?”

“Y/N… the urm…” Dean gestures towards her on the couch and Nick looks and his eyes widen. 

“Oh, that’s her name,” he nods. “Not worked with her before, but damn been looking forward to it,” he grins at Dean. “Y’know, she’d be a big name if she took some of those things off her limits list.” 

Dean’s almost relieved to hear that Y/N even has a limits list, but then is instantly pissed off with this guy for suggesting she compromises on her boundaries for a job that is clearly already sucking the life out of her.

“You should talk to her about that, get her to lighten up,” Nick adds with a smug grin. Dean forces a smile, but doesn’t trust himself to reply verbally, so he just nods his head. “Anyways, anything I should know about your girl? Anything that drives her crazy?” he blinks. Dean’s dumbfounded by the question, so much so he doesn’t even know how to answer. “You know what, dude? Don’t sweat it, I’m sure I’ll figure it out, these sluts are all the same.” 

As Nick saunters off towards the set, Dean clenches his jaw. “She’s gonna fake it anyway,” he mutters to himself, glaring at Nick’s back and wishing that he didn’t have to go anywhere near Y/N. 

If Dean had been uncomfortable with random men groping Y/N before she even made it on set, or with Nick talking about her the way he did, then he’s even more uncomfortable watching Y/N’s hair wind around Nick’s fist as she kneels at his feet and starts to suck his cock. He’s seen her do this to other men plenty of times before, but it’s so different seeing it on a computer screen as opposed to right there in front of him with his own two eyes. There’s a camera man standing practically directly over them, but Dean also has a second view from the viewing screen that Marv is watching intently. And Dean’s fairly sure Y/N isn’t enjoying it, because he can see from the look in her eyes as she looks up at Nick that it’s not the same expression she’s ever given him. That fills him with a little comfort – at least until he considers the fact that that means that she isn’t enjoying herself. 

It’s a bittersweet thought to Dean, that he can’t quite get his head around. In some ways, it’s a good stroke to his ego that she’s clearly not enjoying herself with this guy like she does with him, and it only confirms what she and Sam have been reassuring him that porn is fake, and that at least when she’s with Dean, she’s authentic and it’s real between them. But then on the other side of that coin, it means that she’s putting herself through something so degrading and dehumanising, taking god knows what just to see it through, and she doesn’t even get anything good out of it except an apartment that’s a little nicer than Dean’s. There has to be more to her decision to do this job than just money. 

“You’re killing me, sweetheart!” Marv shouts out, and Dean realises that Y/N is pulling away, reaching up to wipe drool from her chin as she coughs and splutters, turning her face away from the camera. “What the fuck is wrong with you today?” 

“Sorry,” she chokes out. “I’ll keep going,” she confirms, resettling back into her original position. 

As she begins again, Marv groans in exasperation. “At least pretend you’re enjoying yourself!” he shouts out. Y/N grows a little more enthusiastic, but the message clearly hasn’t been delivered to her face, because there’s not even a hint of a smile on her features. 

That’s when Marv glances over his shoulder, his eyes falling on Dean, and he pulls another guy to one side and whispers something to him. The guy approaches Dean now, and Dean wonders what the hell is going on as Y/N still tries her best to put on a performance in the background. 

“You need to leave.” 

“Leave?” Dean frowns. “I’m not doing anything,” he argues. 

“You’re putting her off. Get out of here.” 

Dean wants to protest some more, glancing over the guy’s shoulder towards Y/N who is concentrating on her work. He doesn’t want to cause any further problems for her, and she definitely isn’t as on the ball as she’s seemed in the movies he’s seen before. Maybe him being here is an issue. But he also doesn’t want to leave her alone with a room of what he can only describe as asshole perverts. 

“I should stay,” he concludes. 

“You should go, or you’ll be taking your girlfriend with you. Marv is losing his patience with her.” 

Dean takes a deep breath. He doesn’t want to be the reason she loses her job. With one last glance in her direction to be sure she’ll be okay, he clenches his jaw and turns on his heels, already worried he’s making a mistake.

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You’re Mine and No One Else’s

Sam Wimchester x female reader

18+ ONLY

Warnings: Posessiveness, jealousy, praise degradation, some good filthy smut with a dash of fluff

When a girl flirts with Sam, you finally decide to make a move and remind him who he belongs to

Another hunt down. Sam, Dean and myself were having a few drinks to wind down a bit (well, I was drinking soda while Sam drank one beer. Dean was the one with the drinking).

I met the both of them a few years ago when I was hunting a vampire’s nest in my hometown. Since then, I’ve joined them everywhere I went as I really had no family nor friends that knew about this world, and I wanted to keep it that way. Dean became like an older brother to me, while Sam…well, Sam was special, but no matter how many hints I gave, he seemed oblivious or not interested, which stung.

However, tonight I was finally going to be direct with him, but not in a way I thought I was going to. I went to the bathroom real quick and when exiting, I found a woman next to Sam who was a little too close for my liking. She began to stroke his arm a bit and what looked to be eye fucking. The worst part was that Sam didn’t push away.

In fact, he was enjoying it a bit.

I began to see a little bit of red as I stormed over. Both men saw me and immediately looked panicked when they saw how I looked. I grabbed Sam by the arm and tugged a bit.

“We’re leaving,” I said.

He looked confused when I said that. “Wha…(Y/N) we just…”

“No, we’re leaving.”

Sam looked a little annoyed by what I said but got up anyways and went out the door. I looked at Dean who looked stunned at my sudden forwardness. I gave him a little smirk and raised my eyebrows, which got him to grin.

“Got get em. I’ll be somewhere else tonight.”

I smiled and went out the door, looking for Sam. He was by the Impala looking rather pissed off. I don’t know what has gotten into me, but I was feeling a mix of jealousy and horny. Who knew Sam getting hit on would be the key to get me going?

“You let that woman get a little too close to you there,” I said.

“Yeah? And why does it bother you so much?” he snarled.

“You know better than to flirt with other women when I’m around, Winchester.”

His pissed off look morphed into confusion. He still was lost so I guess I should spell it out for him.

“You’re mine. I’m yours. Did you really not see the hints I was giving you? The little touches, the constant smiling and giggling, the moments I would get you alone with me to ‘research?’ Did you not see any of that?”

He just stared at me, thinking of his next move. I was about to apologize for my forwardness when all of the sudden, he pulled me in a bit, smashing his lips against mine. I gladly kissed him back, thinking that it’s about fucking time.

So he really was just clueless on my hints.

We pulled away to catch our breaths. Giving him a little smile, I said, “You know…Dean is gonna be staying the night somewhere else…shame if we waste this opportunity.”

Sam grinned widely at me. “Then let’s get going.”

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The moment we got back to our motel room, Sam slammed me against the wall, kissing me as I wrapped my legs around his waist. I felt his boner rub up agaist my clothed cunt, both of us moaning loudly.

Sam carried me right to the bed, unbuttoning his flannel as I took off my t shirt and bra. God, his body was gorgeous. I wanted to feel his skin on mine so badly. As if he read my mind, he got on top of me and went back to kissing me before moving to my neck, giving little bites here and there.

“Sam…you have no idea…how much…I wanted this…” I moaned out.

“I’ve wanted this for so long as well,” he said, “God it’s been so hard to contain myself when you’re in the room, but I couldn’t make that first step.”

He stopped biting my neck and began to kiss my shoulders.

“You..really didn’t know that I…?” I asked.

He looked at me with a smile. “(Y/N)…I would figure by now you would know how clueless I am.”

“You certainly aren’t acting like someone who is clueless,” I teased.

I grabbed him by the hair, pulling him down for another kiss. His one hand managed to unbutton my jeans as I kicked them off.

“Why didn’t you tell me before hand?” he asked.

Sam looked me in the eyes, stroking my bare skin while I laid my hand on his cheek, slowly running it on his muscular arms. “Well…I guess I’m just as clueless as you are. I either thought you were oblivious or not interested in me.”

“Yet it took for some woman to hit on me for you to finally say something,” he joked.

“Be real…you found it rather hot when I took control.”

He bit hit lower lip, looking at me up and down. “Well, it’s my turn to take control now.”

He kissed me aggressively, hand reaching down to where my wet cunt was. I wasn’t wearing any underwear thank God. He started slow, only rubbing my clit a bit in small circles. I started to pant and broke the kiss, him now putting the focus on my neck as my legs wrapped around him a bit. Soon, one of his fingers entered me and I swore I could finish right then and there.

He thrusted his finger in and out while nibbling on my ear. I whined when he pulled out but he quickly went down in between my legs, eating me out like I was his final meal.

“God!” I cried out.

He just moaned in response, putting two fingers inside me. While this was great, I wanted to try something else. I pulled his head up, getting him to look at me.

“I wanna sit on your face,” I said.

His eyes grew wide at this request but it quickly turned into a a grin. He quickly laid on his back, crocking his finger at me to come over. I obliged, crawling up to him and slowly sitting down on his face.

He didn’t hesitate and went right back to work. This was so sudden but this felt so much better. I began to grind a bit on his face, his nose on my clit as he thrusted his tongue in and out of me. Sam’s hands immediately went to my ass, groping them and giving my cheeks a little smack.

I felt like a goddess, the most beautiful woman on Earth, and Sam was worshipping every part of my body. I never felt this way before as many past flings would just cut right to the chase. Not Sam. He was making sure to love every inch of my body and taking care of my desires while also fulfilling his.

I finally came, my body giving out as I screamed Sam’s name. I did my best to catch my breath while he helped me get off his face and laid me down on my back. I thought he was going to start fucking me, but he just laid on his one side, holding me close and giving me some kisses on my neck and cheek, running his hand up and down my body to help me get back down to Earth. “You okay, baby girl?”

I smiled. “I feel great,” I said.

He smiled back at me, planting a kiss on my cheek and began to take his pants off. “Do you want me to return the favor?” I asked.

“No, I’m fine. I need to be inside you right now.”

After discarding his pants, he went over to his suitcase to grab a condom. I sat up a bit on the bed, legs spread wide while also touching myself a bit to get me going again. Sam just smirked at me as he rolled the condom onto his cock, getting back on top of me and kissing me hard.

“Couldn’t wait for me?” he asked.

“Wanted to get myself more worked up,” I said with a smile.

Sam buried his face into my neck as he slowly entered me. It took me a second to adjust to his size but once I was comfortable, I told him to move. He started a little slow, which was getting a little on my nerves. Grabbing his hair, I pulled him away from my neck and hissed, “Harder.”

He searched for any hesitation from me and when he didn’t see it, he kissed me roughly again and picked up my legs a bit, having me wrap the around his waist as he went faster and harder.

He broke the kiss to watch me come undone. “That’s right. Take me like a good girl…”

“Sam…make me your good little slut…please…”

“Oh, someone likes a little degrading, I see. Such filthy words coming out of your mouth…trust me, you are my good little slut.”

He kissed me again as the bed began to creek and bang up against the wall a bit. I know some poor people next to us may not be getting some sleep tonight, but this felt too good to care.

He was hitting me in all the right places, circling my clit to help me get back on my high faster, and I was close.

“Sam…fuck…I’m coming…”

“Do it…scream my name again, baby girl. Let everyone know that you’re mine like you said.”

“I’m…I’m yours…”

“And I’m yours…”

Finally, my orgasm reached to new heights as I screamed out Sam’s name, my back arching in bliss before finally coming back down. He continued to thrust in me a few more times before finally finishing, groaning in my ear and collapsing a bit on top of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck a bit as I stroked his hair while he came down from his high.

Once he finally pulled out, it was my turn to catch my breath. I wasn’t sure if I was gonna be able to walk tomorrow after all we did.

Sam pulled me closer to him, my head lying on his chest as both arms wrapped around me, stroking my skin to help bring me back down to Earth. I smiled, feeling like I was in my own little world with Sam.

“Can I ask…when did you start gaining feelings for me?” he asked.

I shrugged. “Honestly, I always thought you were attractive when we first met. I think…when you became rather protective of the missing victims in that one case in Montana…it was so sweet and I began to see you differently. It showed how kind you are to others despite everything you’ve been through. It’s…difficult to do that when you’re a hunter, yet you managed.”

He kissed me on the forehead, causing me to melt on the inside a bit. God, this man knew how to turn me on and make me feel so many butterflies in my stomach like I was some kind of teenager again.

“When you saved Dean from the one demon…and put yourself at risk…I may have been annoyed by it, but that day was the day I realized that I could not imagine a life without you. I was scared of losing you. Saving my older brother, though…that did mean a lot to me in a way, and I’m sure it meant a lot to him as well.”

I smiled a bit. “That’s why you were so protective of me for the next few days…God I REALLY am clueless.”

He chuckled. “Hey, I’m the one that missed some cues.”

I smiled a bit, snuggling a bit closer to him as he held me close like a teddy bear. Soon, his soft snores filled the room, and it wasn’t long before I also fell asleep, having one of the best rested nights I had in forever.

[conanssummerchild]

the other day i was wondering about how it would go if rick sanchez and abed nadir interacted bcs theyre my fav guys ever but i couldnt actually imagine them ever interacting and then i accidentally came up with a whole fuck ton of headcanons about what would happen if rick started visiting the study group regularly (also featuring morty :3) so i figured i might as well post them idk

(rickortys dni)

idk what rick is doing in the commumity dimension and why btw, he's just there

the hc abt rick and abed having a conversation was just like rick going on and on about some insane adventure he went on and just overall saying wild stuff and abed listening, genuinely interested, but thinking "this guy makes jeff seem well-adjusted"

at first rick always goes alone but he talks about morty all the time and the adventures they go on but he never elaborates about who morty is so everyone just assumes he's a friend of ricks and one day rick finally introduces them to him and its literally a teenage boy and his grandson lol. everyone is confused

shirley probably hates rick sm at first

morty and britta talking abt politics or ethics or smth like that :3

i imagine rick saying the f slur or smth and the family friendly sitcom study group is flabbergasted while morty is sweating bullets apologising for him lol

rick almost immediately asks if troy and abed are fucking

one time chang tried to hug rick (even though they barely knew each other, i just feel like thats something he'd do) and rick's first instinct was to pull a gun out on him and after that chang kept begging him to make him one of those guns too (he didn't)

britta tries to therapise him but eventually rick scares her off by saying something insane or "way out of her league diagnostically" as she said once and she never tries again

rick and jeff having a drink-off (rick wins)

troy alternates between thinking rick is cool and funny and being a little afraid of him

morty and troy get along and morty thinks abed is cool

morty's favourite is anne because he thinks shes so cool and smart and pretty (think like the person you looked up to as a kid, thats how morty thinks of annie) and she lets him act like a kid and doesnt put any unfair insane expectations on him (*cough* rick) because she knows what that feels like

annie dislikes rick but she keeps slipping fliers for AA into his pockets and rick is confused and incredibly annoyed whenever he finds them

rick thinks chang is weird af but finds it funny, especially bcs hes like the main antagonist of the study group and hes just some guy

rick is probably kinda mean to the dean :(

rick saying something in spanish and no one in the ex spanish study group has any idea what hes saying (they did not learn a thing)

rick thinks its kinda cool that jeff faked his degree, but he wont admit it ofc

morty loves apartment 303

annie eventually warms up to rick because he's less grumpy and rude once you get to know him and they become kiiiinda friends (but shes still a little wary of him)

rick, morty, troy, abed and annie playing minecraft together :3

shirley also eventually warms up to rick and acts like a stern parent (even though rick is almost double her age 💀) and rick pretends to hate it but he doesnt (he didnt get loved enough by his parents as a kid)

rick calls pierce the jerry of the group

abed always listens to rick infodump

abed and rick talking about alternate timelines/dimensions together

one time he fell asleep on the sofa at apartment 303 and while he was asleep annie washed his labcoat bcs its probably grimy af and rick freaked out on her and didn't visit their dimension again for a month

morty loves shirley because shes is always so nice to him and gives him baked goods bcs she thinks hes the sweetest kid ever (he is). he always defends her when rick calls her lame

ok thats it, i usually lowkey hate crossovers but here i am. doing a crossover

also ive always been scared of posting headcannons in case someone is like "FUCK YOU these headcannons are the WORST you have no understanding of these characters you dumb faggot" so erm im scared :3 bye

[these-emo-thoughts]

Pit Babe Anniversary Rewatch! Episode 1!

I can't even begin to describe how happy I am to be rewatching one of my favourite shows and sharing in the joy with others 🥹 Below are my thoughts of the episode as I watched it, I'm trying not to simp so much for the show and the actors entirely, but I think I failed in that department 🤣

So, in the words of Speed of Love - Let's go! Let's go, let's go, let's go! 🙌

Theme song is still an absolute banger and the clips for the intro are fan-fucking-tastic ahhhhh I'm so excited!!

Hello, old friends 🥹 Yes, even you Winner, lol.

ESPECIALLY YOU WAY 🖤

(Why is it fitting to me that Way is reported to have a fabulous record for the racing season? Is it because he's played by the fabulous Nut Supanut? Yeah, probably 🤣)

Thank you Alan for the omegaverse commentary 🙏

Vroom vroom

Babe is so freaking beautiful, ugh

Ohhh, that lil fist-bump between Babe and Way when Babe comes out of his 'concentration'... my heart is already like, hurting, lol

HELLO CHARLIE! Look at you in your suspicious lil get-up, creeping in the corner, lol

Actual racing in the racing omegaverse show - I swear I didn't forget, lol

Sonic in his coat 😍

Okay but Dean being part of the team and being so supportive... my boy 😭

The uncle-being-single bashing began really early didn't it 🤣

OKAY CAN BABE AND WAY STOP BEING SO CUTE TOGETHER???

One of my favourite things in any BL is one character pinning another one against the wall and keeping them in place by holding their arms. What I like about Babe doing this to Charlie is that cute lil smile Charlie gives Babe when he turns around after his face-mask is removed 🥹

I get Babe, Charlie's request for a car is a weird one, I'd be confused too LOL

I LOVE how smug Babe looks, I bet $100 he did NOT think that Charlie would take his bait which is why he's egging him on so much

But damn, Charlie can give back just as well 👀

OKAY BUT Charlie hesitantly trying to kiss Babe on the lips but Babe turning to the side so he gets a cheek instead and then shrugging like "idk" is just perfection

And when Babe realises that Charlie doesn't have an alpha scent and then smiles like he's won the lottery and then gets super into it? Amazing.

North pls you are my favourite social media vlogger, I love you LOL

Lmao I would hate to be in Charlie's position, with everyone betting how long I'd last with the great Pit Babe. And ofc, Way starts the betting LOL

HERE HE IS, THE WORLD'S BIGGEST LOSER, WINNER, COMING TO STEAL THE SHOW SPOIL THE PARTY

AGAIN, I WOULD HATE TO BE CHARLIE RN LMAO

Love that Winner has an entourage cheering him on for some reason, he's so smug too about winning the first round (bb boy, you're not winning much else this series so enjoy while it lasts LOL)

The romantic break with Charlie and Babe looking at each other while Babe is doing doughnuts has me hollering

Idk how Babe won the drifting when there were two rounds and he and Winner each won one, but CONGRATS BABE

And congrats Charlie for not being Winner's new plaything, lol

It really does feel like Babe has never met a person like Charlie before doesn't it? Charlie from the get-go makes it clear he doesn't want to take advantage and is fine with Babe saying no to not staying over to sleep. Pavel's subtle acting really makes it seem as though Babe is mildly surprised, imo

KENTA BABY BOY, HELLO, I MISSED YOU AND YOUR CREEPING ASS 😭

TONY!

Alan in a singlet top 🥵

There's a lot of vroom vroom in this episode 🏎️

Wise uncle Alan giving such great words of advice to Way about his feelings for Babe too bad he doesn't FOLLOW IT

Charlie, like, transforms when he's doing a sex scene with Babe. His eyes, his expression, it's all so seductive

The "no kissing" trope, ugh, yes (made even better with the way Babe is SQUISHING Charlie's cheeks)

I'll still... never get over the design of this house 😭 or the fact that it was used as the restaurant for This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans LOL

Charlie's little "bye bye!" is so cute

Babe's mood swings, imma get whiplash, Charlie is god's strongest soldier for weathering that storm lol

Charlie the maid without the uniform 🤣

I'm assuming this was a slight timeskip and was not just the next day because of how Charlie says they've already had "test drives" many times by now lol

They're already so domestic, I can't-

The "bye bye" again, so CUTE 😭

The father (Alan), son (Babe), and holy spirit (Way) of X-Hunter LOL

From the very BEGINNING Way is planting the seeds of Charlie being sus, set up for us to believe it's because of his not-so secret feelings for Babe - a red herring if I ever saw, and done so well

God, even when Charlie is waving "bye bye" to Way it's cute. I don't ever remember him being this adorable in my first watch, but I'm smitten now 🤣

Charlie not getting jealous that Babe checked out another man and instead saying "I don't know why you found me special" 😔

BUT IT'S SO CUTE HOW BABE TALKS TO CHARLIE HERE AJSFALFJSL, they look so HAPPY!!

Man, I know he's the absolute worst kind of villain, but I love S Vorarit so much, lol

AHHHH the phone call! Innocent lil Charlie isn't so innocent after all!

Ep 2 preview 👀

KIM! WELCOME!!

Way looks so much like a good friend in the preview: "keep an eye on Charlie", bc we just saw from that phone call we might not be able to trust him 👀

And ofc the iconic behind the scenes that Change so generously gives us (more pls 🤣)

Such a great first episode, very much enjoyed the rewatch, hopefully will get to Ep 2 tonight as well (BABY BOY JEFF WAS NOT IN EPISODE 1 AT ALL 😭)

[yet-another-deanw-girl]

Chapter 12: I'm Not a Fucking Princess

||The Prophecy Series||

She knew for 15 years that this day would come. She knew her destiny had already been written. That her death had been foretold.

She knew she would have to stop him. She knew she would have to kill him. And she thought she was prepared for all of it. But the day she met him she realized how wrong she was…

Set in Season 10

Pairing: MoC!Dean x Female!OC

Warnings: the usual SPN, language

Episode mapping: Between episode 10 of season 10 "The Hunter Games" and episode 11 of season 10 "There's No Place Like Home"

Note: The events of this story are following season 10 of Supernatural and are taking place between October 2014 and July 2015. I tried to make sure that all the references to weapons, tech, etc. are accurate with the time period.

AN: This is my first time writing a fanfic but the story has been in my head for too long and it just needed to get out. I hope you like it.

AN: English is not my first language, I apologize for any mistakes.

"Do we have a visitor? Is someone here?" Sam asks when he returns from his morning run. "I can't understand why you are doing this to yourself! The early mornings. The running. We are chased by or we are chasing after things all the time! Why do you do it voluntarily, Sammy?" "Dean, you have to start taking care of yourself. All the burgers you eat are going to kill you someday. So… no one else is here?" "No. Why?" "I saw a bike parked next to the Impala." He wonders. "Next to my car!? It hadn't scratched it, right?" Sam shakes his head and I relax again. "Maybe it is some kid's bike or something. And we don't know anyone that would use a bike." "Dean… your car is in the garage… So it's definitely not some kid's bike…" "It's mine." Ema walks in the library.  Fuck!  This woman will be the death of me! Well she did say she is probably going to be the death of me, and that will be the death of her. But not right now! Right now she is trying to kill me by other means!

Created with Microsoft Designer

Her hair is pulled away in her usual complicated braid. She is dressed in tight black leggings that mold to her body showcasing her long legs and narrow waist. Her shirt is barely covering her waist and with every move I can see glimpses of the skin of her abdomen, the angry red lines of her scars slowly fading away. And that leather jacket combined with her combat boots… She looks sexy as hell in all black. 

Metatron's words flash through my mind. I haven't told anyone about what he had said. He was probably just trying to get under my skin. But I can't help wondering if it is the truth… and does she know about it…

"It's mine." I say and Sam looks at me with wide eyes. "W-what?" "The bike. It's mine." I repeat. "I finally got some of my stuff from Prague." "You made someone send you a bike?" Dean chuckles, and I can't understand why he finds the situation so funny. Of course I made my cousin send me my things, especially my bike… He looks at me from head to toe and continues with a grin on his face.  "You had to say you needed a bike. I would have bought you one, with pink tassels, and a bell, and all the other things the little princesses like." "Oh! You are so sweet. And, in fact, you almost guessed the right color." I say with sarcasm. I muse at him underestimating me again. He is going to be surprised about what kind of bike I have. "I know, I'm adorable. So… Purple then?" I nod with enthusiasm, playing the little excited girl Dean continues to believe I am. For the first time, Sam smiles at me, catching up with my plan. "So… wanna see it?" I ask. He thinks we are talking about a bicycle.  A freaking bicycle!  How old does he think I am!?  10!  Let's see how far this can go.  "Ahm… yes… sure…" I run to him, taking his hand and leading him to the stairs, climbing up. "We can make ourselves a little race. I bet I'm going to leave you to breathe my dust!" I say looking back through my shoulder.  Dean's confusion is so hilarious. Sam is barely holding his laughter, but he puts on a confused expression when Dean looks at him and the younger Winchester just shrugs. It is so good to be on a joke with someone. I miss that… the normal interaction with people. Since I came here it's either Sam's hostility or Dean's concerned looks.  Although, my relationship with Sam has improved a little since I translated the book we took from the museum. I finished it a month ago and it took me a couple of weeks to do it and to make sure everything is exact and correct. After the major failure with Metatron, Sam went through it dozens of times without any luck. The book is now in my room and I reread it again and again not because I expect to find anything in it but because it is part of my heritage that I actually cherish.

The boys follow me to the garage and I stop in front of my bike. Dean's jaw drops when he finally realizes we were talking about a motorcycle this entire time.

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"What?" Dean looks at the bike, then at me and at the bike again. "This is yours? Are you serious?! No way! What is that?"  He is so excited and at the same time so confused. He keeps looking at me and at the bike, shaking his head. "2015 Yamaha R1." "2015? But how?" Dean circles the bike, looking at it from every angle. "It is not out yet!" "Well… That's not exactly true… It is not out for mass production. They will release it in the beginning of March. But… I'm a member of the 'First line' Club. The pre-production is about a year before the official launch and is no more than hundred units." I explain while Dean is marveling at my bike. "6-speed transmission, 998cm3 liquid-cooled, 4-stroke, in-line four-cylinder, 4-valve system, 197 horsepowers" I start with the bike's specs. "2-directional 12-hole injectors, maximum speed of 300 kilometers per hour, 2.7 seconds from 0 to 100 km/h, mat black frame with purple accents… and… well.. some other customizations. She is a work of art." "She is!" "Wanna race?" I ask.  I'm eager to feel the February air brushing my face. "Hell yes!" Dean exclaims.

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"That's not possible! How could some bike beat my Baby?" "You do realize, that bike is made for racing, right? And… more importantly, I'm a damn good rider." "You drive like crazy! Do you know how fast you were going!?" Dean exclaims. "Yes I do. Somewhere around 220-240 km/h. It was not even close to the bike's limit." "Who the hell drives like that? And the way you took those turns!" Dean ignores my previous comment. "And the 'tricks' or whatever you call them! The back wheel drive I was expecting but the front wheel stunt!"

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"It's called 'a stoppie'." "A stoppie!? You used it to turn around at the end of the road! How is that 'a stoppie'!?" "Well it was a hundred and eighty stoppie… with three-sixty drift…" "Oh my God! Do you have a death wish or something?! You could have killed yourself! In fact, I was sure you were going go kill yourself!" "That's the thing, Dean… I can't. But don't worry grandma, I know what I'm doing! It's not my first rodeo!" I wink at him before going back inside. "Just for the record, after that, you are not allowed near my Baby! Ever!" Dean yells after me.

"Man! This girl is insane!" I laugh. She looked so happy, so alive out there… The smile on her face when she beat me to the finish line… that was… I would do anything to see it again… "Dean, you keep underestimating her and that's dangerous." "And you have to stop treating her like the enemy." "I'm not!" Sam tries to deny and I raise my brow questioningly. "She is just a pawn, like us, in someone's twisted story. She has no fault. And she has a little choice. You heard Cas." "She can try to fight it, just like we are doing! But she just accepted it!" "Why do you think she had not?! What would you do if you knew this since you were a teenager? You think you can fight against your so-called fate for fifteen years without any results and still have hope?!" Sam's face softens.  "What do you mean?" He asks, confused. "She was given this prophecy when she was eighteen… She was still a kid…" I can see the compassion slowly taking the place of the anger he feels towards Ema. My brother is finally starting to realize she is in this mess together with us, not against us.

Chapter 13: Split >>

||The Prophecy Series||

AN: Despite everything in this chapter, please always wear your full gear and ride safe.

[plasticfangtastic]

Okay so i gotta talk about Gen V ep 5 or am gonna explode!

And gotta talk about The Boys S4 spoilers for 2 reasons... 1) something mentioned by Dr Cardosa in the episode and 2) the VoughtHQ twitter leaker... mainly cuz am getting this after trying to check on a leak from season 4... their twitter also wont load for me... like can we just let Becca Saunders rest? Can her poor life stop being milked for manpain??

Spoilers under cut obvi.

First-- off congrats Marie and Jordan I hope you 2 get married and be the power couple this universe needs.

Second here its out Butcher cameo lol. I think this is from S1 after killing madelyn but seeing him in a beanie its so weird altho there is a Homelander article in the same page so who knows.

Third-- Cate you poor bitch!! I felt so betrayed but i dont doubt she its being brainwashed/groomed by Dean Shety so maybe she can be redeemed and her powers are too strong.... i dont doubt that there its a chance she its involved in who appears in ep 6 if thats not a halucination.

Fourth-- Dr. Cardosa mentioning a virus to deal with them... so i guess thats how we r gonna deal with the supe population and why i think the vought hq leak might be real as it mentions the virus as well... i think its super interesting that Vought its developing a virus to kill supes, i guess stan edgar did had a way to make V24 viable despite having supes and maybe a way to get rid of Homelander... by giving him the common cold i guess.

Fifth-- am glad that Maverick is another bisexual king but its the bestiality jokes necessary?? altho I assume his alpaca gf Sloane its just a shapeshifter. So far we got Marie, Jordan, Emma, Cate and Andre as our bisexual monarchs and thats basically the whole cast sans Sam... absolutely iconic Kripke, best apology after fucking up Dean Winchester but i wont forgive you for what u did... still thank you.

Sixth-- the pv for the next ep has fucking Soldier Boy!!! Deep down i feel he its most likely a halucination... saw some ppl theorizing that Cate its mindstorm daughter and she witnessed Mindstorm getting killed by SB so she will use her powers to send them to a mind prison to fight SB which is absurd but i doubt SB its there unless Cate's powers were use to brainwash soldier boy and use him as a weapon in the future, as his powers r too good plus is Vought wants to kill all supes then it makes sense for them to team up with the american govt and have SB as back up while they work with the Superona.

Seventh-- i only now noticed there its a wall poster for homie and loneliness on those school mental health ads which is sad and funny.

Eight-- overall great episode loved how much its happening and its only been days inside the canon, and fuck Rufus! How its the next 3 eps gonna kill me!! Like its too freaking much!!

And finally this shit...

I would not be surprised if this virus is the one being developed in The Woods by Vought, second if this is real then Butcher its a complete pos and a hypocrite i expect the following scenarios of: a) during the time Becca was raped or the wk she went missing thats when Butcher cheated on Becca so its not hatred that motivated his revenge against Homelander but guilt for cheating on his wife... probably with his married fbi plug if i had to take a guess. Or B) Becca learned of his affair decided to have her own affair with Homelander tried to end it which resulted in her S.A. which its why Homelander doesnt see what he did as rape bcuz i guess its not assault if its ur GF/Wife in his mind.

And i guess he takes V or the V24 never left his body unless some Supe can give powers which cause Butcher to use them am so confused is he like a power conduit???

I am gonna say Frenchie or MM will die in this story unless by main characthers they mean any of the Seven, Vought execs or Neuman... doubt Hughie, Starlight, Kimiko or Homelander are gonna die in S4.... but maybe Ashley who knows.

And finally giving cookies to Ryan did like HL saw the tumor felt sad for Butcher and decided to let him see Ryan? or did Ryan just sneaked out and met Billy??

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 180

Freaks and Geeks/Asylum of the Daleks

“Freaks and Geeks”

Plot Description: Sam and Dean investigate some recent vampire kills and are surprised to learn that teenage hunter Krissy Chambers is involved

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: No non-supernatural-beings died, so thankfully I’m not a vampire

Dean’s so protective of everyone he adopts as a younger sibling. Bet this will IN NO WAY tie in to the trials Sam’s going through at the end of the episode

Ugh, I don’t like this guy in Krissy’s hunting team

It’s very funny to watch the differences between these teens way of hunting and the Winchesters’ way…and what resources each group has and can make use of. Yeah, the kids have the technology, but…….not saying the boys are rich by any stretch of the imagination, but they have access to money in ways these kids don’t

I’m fascinated by the two sides in this Krissy v Dean argument…they’re so alike.

This house is absolutely dreamy…

Ok so I was wrong about the resources thing. This dude Victor is providing them with all they could need to be hunters but also…almost normal teens, hunting aside

You shut up about Garth, Victor

Wait. Does Dean think that Victor see all this up? That…somehow the vampires aren’t to blame for all this?? I wouldn’t be super surprised

Is the blue van hoodie guy working with Victor?? Creating vampires for these kids to hunt? Fuck. Looks like it

What the fuuuuuuuuuuuuck. No. Victor had all these kids’ families killed by a vampire to get the kids to start hunting, then recruited the kids, had the vampire turn others INTO vampires as easy kills for the kids as part training, part manipulation (telling them these newly made vamps were responsible for their families’ deaths even though they couldn’t be). That’s fucked up.

Well, I suppose that’s ONE way to resolve how to deal with Victor

Krissy just told Dean he wasn’t so bad for an old guy…Now, I’ve kind of lost track of how old Dean is supposed to be, what with “do his four months in hell and full year in purgatory count as time being ALIVE??”, but Jensen at this point is a year younger than I am now. And so that feels like a bit of a gut punch, but also Krissy’s like 16. I’m glad she sees someone twenty years her senior as old. That’s fine

Oh no. Oh actually ok. I ALSO thought Dean was gonna give that guy the “I’ll kill you if you ever hurt her” speech…jokes on both of us, Krissy will kill that kid if he ever hurts her

“Asylum of the Daleks”

Plot Description: when the Doctor is kidnapped by his oldest foe, he is forced on an impossible mission

That IS the way to kidnap the Doctor though…make him believe there is someone in need of help

Karen I’m so sorry I paused at this second. You’re still so pretty

I’m not ready to see Amy and Rory separated…now divorced, as long as the paperwork gets turned in

But, uh, the Daleks took them too

That’s…a LOT of Daleks…

But truly……..yeah, I’d be confused too, were I the last Time Lord and being asked to save the Daleks

CLARA!! (I know she’s Oswin or whatever in this episode but 😝)

The Daleks have such absolutely CUTTING lines. Nothing the Doctor says to them even COMPARES. He just told them his disgust in them has somehow deepened because they won’t kill Daleks they can’t control because of their exquisite hatred. And how terrible it is they find hatred beautiful. And the Prime Minister of the Daleks goes “maybe that’s why we’ve never been able to kill you” like…I am KICKING MY FEET

Rory, I love you. He can somehow find it in himself to be fair to the Daleks’ plan to fire the Doctor at a planet and expect him to fix it. Yes. That’s exactly his M.O. but should you say that?? Questionable

This guy’s a Dalek too, right??

The way it’s so obvious NOW that Oswin/Clara is a Dalek, but it was such a good twist back then

The way Rory always gets the short end of the stick…gets fired onto a planet and blasted to the core of it, it seems, and into a room of Daleks

It took you scanning them with your screwdriver to be able to see that they’re dead??

Amy lost her get out of being a dalek free bracelet…..doesn’t Rory end up giving his to her??

Ahhhhhh Rory…no. Why/how’d you wake them all up???

God…literally all the signs are there. Amy seeing the Daleks the way they’re seeing themselves instead of as Daleks

I know I should be grateful for a bigger budget for this show but…I miss the low quality version

Omggggggggggggg. You say cold and logical but you’re talking about how much love you have for Amy, Rory.

Why was this time period the big era of “I can’t have kids so I’m not good enough/not enough of a woman/etc etc etc” in media? Maybe I can only think of two instances (this and the MCU) but damn, those were and still are big properties

How bad did she get that she had to be put into a room past the intensive care Daleks and then also chained down???

Omg she erased ALL the memories the Daleks have of the Doctor

I really thought the Amy and Rory drama lasted at least one more episode but I’m not mad

[gillianthecat]

Between Us - episode one an intrepid reporter watches, without having seen UWMA

Going in, I know next to nothing about this show. I have the tag filtered, and I haven't read the summary or seen the trailer. I did see part of the first episode of Until We Meet Again, but as far as I remember these characters weren't in it. The only information that has made it through the cone of silence is that either the characters or the actors are named Win and Team, one of them is blond, and they did a bunch of product placement in UWMA, possibly with Lay's chips. And I'm not very positive about any of that being true.

summary after watching: For me, this show is holding up on its own. It turns out I did remember more about the beginning of UWMA than I thought, but I feel like Between Us would work even if I didn't know UWMA's basic premise. Yes, Pharm's flashbacks would be confusing, but they're also confusing for him so I don't think that would make the episode too confusing overall. There are a lot of things I still don't know, but it feels like normal episode one information still to uncover, not plot holes because the show is assuming I already know the story. And, up to a point, I would rather have less information than too much, so I appreciate the mystery. I was surprised by how prominent Dean & Pharm's story has been so far. I expected it to be more background. I wonder if its going to stay this prominent, or if it's more to set the stage. Overall the show feels very professional and... not expensive, but adequately funded. The production values all feel pretty high - lighting, sets, editing, soundtrack, cinematography - and the acting is very good. It all makes me trust these storytellers know what they're doing. So yes, I am hooked. I can see why y'all have been so excited about this show. I will definitely keep watching.

Below are my notes as I watched. I took a lot so they're beneath the cut.

So. Diving in.*

*pun unintentional at the time, but appreciated now post-viewing

- I like this parallel morning opening. Blondie with the tattoos is hot, pushing back his hair to the rock soundtrack. Actually they're both cute. I like the alarm clock cliche, although Mamoru from Kabe Koji wins with his 20 plus clocks, and Wah from Why You... Y Me? still beats this guy with his paltry single alarm clock.

- The cool kid and the chaos boy? That's my first impression.

- Hmm. Swimming pools may be important? based on the opening credits.

- Aw. A crash-into-you with an adorable het couple. Including whats-her-name (Sammy?) from those other shows I can't recall. Were they in UWMA too? (Don't answer that.) Interesting that they get to meet each other first, before our main couple.

- ooh... A one sided pining situation? or love crush at first sight? I can't tell yet.

- And here comes That Fucking House 2.0. I guess I knew four things about this show- I'd heard she was in it too. (Do you think there is stock footage of the exterior that all these shows are using, or do they each shoot their own?)

- Wait, is that Santa?! He looks so different, I mostly recognized him by voice. I'm still not sure, I haven't gotten a good view of his face yet.

- Ah. Team at least is a swimmer. That makes sense with the pool footage. And now I've figured out their names.

- I like Team's dorky new friend group! I don't always like the comic relief characters but so far A, Bee and Sea seem fun. (Also love the names joke.)

- I feel like I just saw this pool in something but I can't remember what show.

- I think I like Win's friend group dynamic as well. Whew, that's a relief. I also like Win's slight mysterious brooding air. And the way he looks at Team, with the heavenly music on the soundtrack. (so I guess it is crush at first sight? rather than long term pining?)

- so far I've gathered Team is a first year and Win seems to be a sophomore or a junior, but my instinct is junior. (I don't know if the U.S. terms apply in Thailand.)

- Team seems like a sweetheart so far. Is Win making this announcement about scholarship students not being guaranteed a spot in a "I like you. Get out of my school" kind of way, or is it just a coincidence? Either way, its stressful. Athletic scholarships are a fucked up system in general.

- Oh Pharm! He's the main guy from UWMA! I recognize him. I (obviously) have no idea where we are in his story.

- My guess is that Pharm and Manow were his friends in UWMA, but A, Bee and Sea are new for this series.

- Win looks so cool, even his sauntering walk. I totally would have had a crush on him in college.

- Oh! I was about to get excited about their first real interaction but they were just teasing us.

- Is Win basically raising his brothers? He acts like it.

- It is Santa. He seems so different here somehow.

- Tul looks vaguely familiar, but I'm not sure from what.

- Hmm, what is going on with Team? Why is he being mopey?

- I continue to really like the way Win looks at Team, and how they show Team as totally oblivious.

- oh. That's why this whole thing with Manow is familiar? I think I did watch this part of UWMA where they watch the swim tryouts. So I guess Pharm's love interest is one of the other guys on the swim team? I honestly can't remember what he looks like, or how they met. Ah, I guess this must be him staring love struck. It's slowly coming back to me. (Are these scenes reshot? or are they using footage from UWMA?) Ah Dean, that's right. I did know his name at some point. So far I'm finding him more intriguing here than I did in the little bit of UWMA that I watched.

- oh yes, I remember that Pharm was in the cooking club too. It's slowly coming back. Maybe I did watch a little more then I thought.

- These hints of Dean and Pharm's story are working for me. Perhaps they're just there as a treat for UWMA fans, but I'm enjoying them as well. But I do know the basic premise of UWMA, I suspect I would be more confused if I didn't know the whole second life thing.

- Also, I was not expecting this much of their story. It really feels like a side couple, rather than a couple whose story is over and done with. Which perhaps makes me expect that the makers intend this story to stand on its own - that Between US and UWMA are supposed to be parallel pieces, rather than a main show and its companion.

- There is a lot more attention to Pharm & Dean's story than I was expecting though. Which isn't a problem, I was just expecting them to be more background characters. And this is making me want to watch UWMA more than seeing the beginning of that show did.

- Aw, what a good friend Team is. And Win thinks so too. Yet again, I like the way Win looks at him.

- So far I have No Idea what Win & Team's story is going to be - what their conflict or obstacles will be. But I don't mind, I'm still intrigued.

- Is Tul played by the same actor who played the horny roommate in Love By Chance? If so, he's certainly been typecast, poor guy. I did like him in LBC though.

- They finally interact! I love how Win is always tracking Team with his eyes, while Team remains basically oblivious to existence. Ignoring him, not in a mean way, just in a only aware of him as a generic swim team leader way.

- Ouch. The make up artists here are good.

- Win. What is your deal? You obviously have a crush, why are you so mean to Team to his face? I am Intrigued.

- Dean comes across as such a weirdo, omg.

- Interesting that it feels like In learning more about the setup of Dean and Pharm's relationship than about Team & Win's. I admit that I'm getting a bit impatient with it. Part of the reason I dropped UWMA is that I didn't find Dean's actor that compelling and I still don't (so far, that could change).

- Ah, some insight into Team: "You never let anything be important to you!" I do like his and Dean's friendship.

- Um, WHAT is Team's friend (I can't remember if he's A, Bee or Sea) wearing as a pendent? It looks like a piece of fried chicken.

- oof this porn watching scene is so awkward. Poor Team. It does all feel realistically adolescent though.

- Ok, wow, I was not expecting THAT. I like it though.

- on shit, and Team's following him!

- oh I really like this sex scene. See BL, consent is sexy. The way that Win, keeping tight rein on his very obvious desire and arousal, makes sure that Team wants this, that he knows what he's doing. It is Very Hot. And their chemistry is fire. I also like how cool kid Win has his post-shower fluffy unstyled hair, making him feel much more vulnerable.

- I don't know if it's intentional, but I like the contrast between Pharm and Dean's literally destined love, and this thing between Team and Win, which feels like it could be any college hook up. Yes, Win has had his eye on Team for a while, but as far as I can tell, Team took little notice of Win until his porn induced horniness drove him into Win's arms. And Team I really don't think was planning this, he just got aroused by win's arousal and gave in to temptation. I just like the arbitrary feeling of it against the backdrop of the heaviness of fate.

- I still don't know what their story is going to be. And honestly, if I wasn't being an intrepid reporter I probably wouldn't even try to figure it out, I'm just intrigued by them and their dynamic and content to see where it goes. But since I am doing these reports, my first guess is that they're going to continue to hook up in secret, outside the bedroom Win is going to pretend Team doesn't matter to him, and Team will slowly fall in love and get hurt by this. I'm not very attached to this theory, but it's the best I've got so far.

- Thinking about it, so far I actually know very little about Win and Team as characters. But the actors have made them both compelling enough that I'm intrigued, and want to know them. I feel like my initial impression of Win as "cool kid" is probably correct, but I'm not so sure about Team as "chaos boy." He seems a little more organized than that, a bit innocent but not too naive, kind but not saccharine. He seems a bit of an average everyman in fact, but not in a boring way.

Ok! That's it for now. I probably should go to bed, but I want to watch episode two instead. The nice thing about starting a few weeks behind is I don't have to wait.

[compo67]

Dean.

Yeah, Sam.

Hmm. You're awake.

I'm awake because you're awake.

Oh, is that so?

Shush. What's on your mind, professor?

You're so eager to know for once.

It's four in the morning, stop prancing around it and let it out.

Does it bother you how easily I'd kill for you?

I told you watching vampire shit would fuck with your brain right before bed. I told you.

Answer.

Keep those elbows out of my ribs, for ducks sake.

Duck?

I meant to say fuck and duck came out instead--ow! Elbows!

Say it.

No.

Why not?

Because.

Because why.

You ask too many questions, Sam. You always have. Why this, why that. Never could shake you off with just one answer.

And you dance around too many questions, Dean. You always have.

A man likes to keep nimble, thanks.

I'd kill anyone who'd even contemplate hurting you. It scares me. Sometimes.

Sometimes being the key word there. Sometimes but not all the time.

There are a few cases where it isn't frightening. When people deserve it.

Sam.

Hmm.

You're in a dark mood. Take it down a few notches.

I just find the parallels fascinating.

I know you do. But settle down. There is no threat. Just the alarm clock you set for 6 AM on a Sunday morning like some kind of crazy person.

I like my morning jogs.

Well, think more of the morning jogs and less of murdering.

Maybe I'll skip today's.

The jog or the murdering?

Don't make me laugh when I'm trying to brood.

Oh, yes, Louis, brood. Brood right into my soul. Gag.

Like you don't have your moments! Especially after Top Gun.

Hey! Leave TG out of this. Those are natural feelings. Your feelings are... Not natural.

Say it.

Elbows!

Say it!

Supernatural! Augh! Fuck you, Sammy. Go to sleep.

Maybe if you fuck me, I'd sleep.

No. Little Dean is asleep. As you should be.

He'll wake up for me.

We went from murder to my dick in thirty seconds. How'd that happen?

New record.

Mm. Tell me I'm pretty and we'll see what happens.

You're pretty, Dean.

Yeah?

You're mine.

Hm. But how do I know I'm yours? A fella gets confused so easy.

Roll over and I'll show you.

Ugh, no. I'm not going there. Good night.

You always get to top!

And you always whine as if you don't have a great time lying there while I do all the work!

First of all, I ride you so you hardly do any work. Second of all, oh, don't give me that face, Dean. Don't. It's gonna freeze like that!

Nyeh.

Forget it. Never murdering for you again.

Oh, good. Great conversation, professor.

You ruined my mood.

I know, I killed it dead. But look on the bright side, you woke little Dean up.

Little Dean can stuff it.

I mean. That's the point, Sam.

... Thank you.

Yuh huh. Any time. Go back to sleep.

Put your arm around me?

Now that? That I can do.

[autisticandroids]

#season 6#this is good discussion imo#like why not tell dean sam's back?#would soulless!sam swear cas and bobby into secrecy about it? why? because he doesn't want his big brother stepping on his toes?#when cas in tmwwbk goes w crowley when dean is raking leaves i read that as 'i don't want to drag him back into the Life again'#but soulless!sam would give 0 fucks about dean's wellbeing and wishes#so why make cas and bobby not tell him?

@minetowalkonglass

so i don't tend to read to read soulless sam as having sworn bobby and cas to secrecy. they each did not tell dean for their own reasons.

cas makes the most sense. he simply was not in contact with either brother, and he had no reason to think that sam would not simply immediately go to dean.

(it is confusing why he would lie about having brought sam back in the first place - he pretty clearly didn't know sam was soulless initially, so why not take credit for what he thinks is 100% a good thing? i tend to chalk this up to the writers not really having a plan at all. the godstiel plotline was afaik literally just a last minute addition because crowley-as-big-bad fell through, so it makes sense to me to assume that cas-brought-sam-back-soulless-on-accident was just sort of a last minute addition, trying to squash cas into crowley's intended role where crowley was going to have brought sam back soulless on purpose. so like to me i tend to see this plot point as just total disorganization in the writers room and just ignore it because there's no real way to make sense of it in universe and it also doesn't really impact things that much. like. cas makes an understandable mistake, he also (without knowing about the mistake yet) lies for no clear reason, the winchesters don't get that mad at him about it, and then no one ever brings it up again. kind of doa, imo.)

sam was soulless, and the show isn't super clear on what that means. i think the clearest it ever gets is in clap your hands if you believe, where the thesis is basically that sam knows intellectually what he should feel, and kind of tries to follow it, he just doesn't actually feel it. so it makes sense to me that what happened there is that sam thought, intellectually, that dean had want he wanted - a normal life. and he was unable to use empathy to predict that dean might be unhappy because he was dead. this makes sense as a failure related to soullessness.

(an alternate reading could be that soulless sam is like demon dean: without the positive emotions of his affection for dean, all the resentment that comes from the suffering he has experienced in his relationship with dean comes to the surface, and he doesn't like dean anymore. however, personally, i don't think this works for soulless sam, because i think he no longer feels or fears that suffering. why would he still feel hurt from the panic room if he doesn't feel anything else? vs. demon dean who isn't free from emotions, he's free from his sense of obligation, which is a somewhat different issue. so i am still inclined to take the first reading.)

however, bobby... should know better. bobby explicitly says that he kept dean in the dark because dean was out. look at this:

Dean: So... Sam: Hey, Bobby. Bobby: Sam. Dean: You knew? You knew Sam was alive. Bobby: Yeah. Dean: How long? Bobby: Look -- Dean: How long?! Bobby: All year. Dean: Oh, you got to be kidding me. Bobby: And I'd do it again. Dean: Why?! Bobby: Because you got out, Dean! You walked away from the life. And I was so damn grateful, you got no idea. Dean: Do you have any clue what walking away meant for me? Bobby: Yeah -- a woman and a kid and not getting your guts ripped out at age 30. That's what it meant. Dean: That woman and that kid -- I went to them because you asked me to. Bobby: Good. Dean: Good for who? I showed up on their doorstep half out of my head with grief. God knows why they even let me in. I drank too much. I had nightmares. I looked everywhere. I collected hundreds of books, trying to find anything to bust you out. Sam: You promised you'd leave it alone. Dean: Of course I didn't leave it alone! Sue me! A damn year? You couldn't put me out of my misery? Bobby: Look, I get it wasn't easy. But that's life! And it's as close to happiness as I've ever seen a hunter get. It ain't like I wanted to lie to you, son. But you were out, Dean. Dean: Do I look out to you?

like bobby explicitly admits here that he chose of his own volition to keep sam's resurrection from dean. and he gives his reasons. and like they're understandable! part of it is him buying into the crazy hunter/normie dichotomy that they all seem to believe in, but part of it is like a genuine desire to keep dean, someone he loves, safe. it makes sense that he would do this. but what's crazy is that it causes like zero conflict between him and dean. bobby's position is understandable, but dean should definitely resent him like crazy for it.

reading a season six fic. man the thing is that this fic is like completely cas sympathetic and it still falls apart because in canon dean's behavior in tmwwbk makes no fucking sense.....

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part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 all of these are short so enjoy <3

Dean wasn’t sure where he stood with Cas, and he hated every fucking second of it.

He looked at his watch again, it’s only been a little less than an hour since Cas and Sam left on their stupid double date, but he already felt like he was crawling up the walls. He was pacing the room, trying to figure out what he could have said to stop Cas from going and wondering why Cas accepted the damn date in the first place.

Was he not enough?

It hasn’t even been three days since Dean finally said the big L word to him. Did Cas not hear him? Did he think he was fucking joking? Was the tongue down his throat not enough proof that Dean was over the fucking moon to finally have Cas. Have him in a way he never thought was going to be possible for them.

Why? Why did he go?

Maybe he was a lousy kisser? No. No, he’s an awesome kisser! But what if-

Dean jumps at the sound of his ringtone and answers it without looking at who it is.

“Dean.” He heard the familiar annoyed voice call his name in a low growl. “Stop.”

It took a second for Dean to understand what was going on. “Cas? Dude, why are you calling me? Shouldn’t you be entertaining your stu-your date?”

“I can’t. You are being insufferable.”

Dean was taken back by the words. Did he actually send all those texts he thought about sending?

“I know you tend to forget, Dean, but I can feel your longing, and it is distracting.” Oh! Oh. Shit. “What’s wrong?”

What’s wrong? What’s wrong? What the fuck do you think is wrong? That’s what Dean should have said but instead, “Nothing.” He is a coward, first and foremost. At least, when it comes to Cas, he was.

“You are giving me too much of a headache for it to be nothing.” Cas sighed, and Dean noticed the background noise quiets down on Cas’s end. “Are you okay? Should I come home?”

Yes! “No!” Dean quickly waves him off as if Cas could see him. “Stay. Have a fun time with your um, with your date.”

Cas doesn’t say anything for a long 20 seconds--Dean had to check if he hung up--before he sighs. “Okay.”

“Okay.”

“Goodbye.”

No. Not, goodbye. “I’ll see you later, okay? I’ll wait up for you so we can...talk. About you finally having your first date. Look at you, back from the dead and in the game. Good on you, Cas.”

“I would like that.” Silence again. Dean was about to hang up when he heard, “It’s not my first date.”

“What?”

“You said this is my first date, but it’s not.” Dean was about to tease him. To remind him that the date with the reaper or the one with him as a babysitter didn’t count but Cas beat him to the next words. “I like my dates with you more.”

Dean’s heart skips, and he thinks he misheard him, but before he can ask Cas to repeat it. The line goes dead, and Dean is left pacing the floor again. Wondering if the heat on his cheeks was ever going to go away.

“Am I--Is Cas...Am I being played?” Dean fell into his bed with a groan. Still left confused on where he stood with Cas.

--(More under the tag)

Cas is doing it again.

He’s acting as if he didn’t just come back from a date with this...Lucy person and pretending that everything is so damn peachy. He was sitting on the other side of Dean’s bed, once again head resting on Dean’s shoulder as if it had now become a nice habit of his. He welcomed the weight, the warmth of Cas pressed beside him, of course. He is just so damn confused.

“You know,” Cas looked up at him, his nose pressed to Dean’s jaw. “You’re the one that asked how my night went. So I sort of expected you to, you know, listen.”

He was listening. Listening to every damn word Cas spoke because, of course, he didn’t miss a single detail. He talked about the food, bland he described it, and Eileen picked off his plate. He talked about how Lucy laughed when he didn’t say anything funny, and Sam insisted that it meant she liked him. He talked about how he wasn’t sure if he liked these fancy places; he was used to the noise of diners and kind waitresses refiling his coffee when he didn’t need to ask.

But just now, he was just rambling on about how smart, kind, and great Lucy was. Did he use any of those words? No, but he might as well be kissing the floor she walked on by the way he talked about her.

“Dean?” Cas reached over, the palm of his hand laying flat on the side of Dean’s face. “You okay?”

Yes. “No.”

Wait. He was supposed to say the opposite.

Cas sat up to look at him better, and Dean missed the weight of him already. Wanting to reach over and pull him back in, he also might as well say what he thought so they can move on from this because he was so fucking tired of this.

They are so close, and shit will not happen if Dean keeps rambling in his head instead of talking out loud. Like Sam says--or better yet, what he is trying to drill in his head--communication is the key to a healthy relationship. Right now, he just wants a fucking relationship.

Dean looks at Cas; sad sky eyes stare back at him. Filled with questions that maybe he was also afraid to ask, but it’s Dean’s turn to make a move this time. At least he thinks so. He wasn’t sure when they started taking turns, but fuck, he missed Cas tonight and hates that someone else got to have a romantic night with him.

Without another thought, Dean pulled at the stupid bowtie and dragged Cas forward until their lips met for another long-awaited kiss. The tug may have choked an actual person, but luckily, Cas didn’t seem to find a problem with it as he moved closer to deepen the kiss.

Tell me you didn’t kiss her. Tell me you don’t want to see her ever again. Tell me you want me. Only me. Tell me...tell me you love me.

“I love you.” Dean hears himself say. It was desperate as his grip on Cas tightened; he could feel his fingers dig into Cas’s waist as he pulled him forward until his whole weight was on top of him. Cas starts to pull away, probably wanting to look at him again, but Dean keeps his eyes closed as he cranes his neck up to catch Cas’s lips. Wanting to feel, to pretend, that Cas only was his.

Cas kisses back for a second or two, longer, but it didn’t take much strength for him to pull back to look at Dean. Eyes filled with concern as he let Dean roll him into his back.

“Say it back, damn it.” Dean starts undoing the bowtie and fumbles with Cas’s buttoned shirt as he noses the stubble on the angel’s jaw. “Cas, say it.”

“I love you.” Cas takes Dean’s face between his large hands and forces him to look at his sad eyes again. “I love you, Dean. So tell me, what’s wrong?”

Dean didn’t try to pull away; instead, he fell against Cas’s body. Laying all his weight on him, knowing damn well Cas could take it, he probably weighed nothing to him. Like a feather.

Dean’s face tucked into Cas’s neck as he felt those fingers in his hair, soothing them before he rubbed his back. Probably trying to figure out which one was more comforting, but for Dean, any soft touch from him will do.

This is stupid. Desperate. Pathetic. But he needs to ask.

“Am not enough for you?”

“What?”

Dean doesn’t move from his hiding spot. Not wanting Cas to see his face as he talks. “Why’d you say to a date with someone else? I thought we were...I know I’m not good at all this, but I thought we were--at least, I was trying.” Dean shoved his face closer into his throat until he could feel Cas’s heartbeat against his nose. “I was trying, Cas!”

“I know!” Cas’s hands tighten on his Dean’s shoulders as if he was going to push him away, but then he stopped himself. “I only said yes because I figured it was what you wanted.”

“What?” Dean mumbled into Cas’s skin before he pushed himself up just enough to stare down at him. Repeating himself. “What?”

“The day after we kissed, you ignored everyone, including me. I thought you were...ashamed. Maybe you wanted to keep things private. So to keep Sam from suspecting us-”

“You said yes to a date.” Dean finished for him while Cas slowly nodded. Looking at him as if fighting with himself to not read Dean’s thoughts. Probably best he didn’t. He’ll just hear screaming. Dean sighed in relief as he fell into Cas again, relaxing as Cas’s arms wrapped around him. “Dumbass.”

“I didn’t mean to make you doubt my feelings for you. But to be fair, how can you possibly doubt my feelings for you? I died so that I can say them.”

“Actually, I thought you changed your mind cause I sucked at kissing.”

“You do not suck.”

“Thanks.” Dean chuckled, kissing Cas’s bare chest. His cheeks were warming up as his mind just caught up with his action. “Sorry.”

“I should be the one-”

“No, Cas. Me. I made you think I wanted to hide us.” Dean lifted his head again, looking down at Cas, who gave him a soft, warm smile. “I don’t. Maybe I was a little nervous, but that’s cause you kept acting like me holding your dumb hand was like...normal or whatever.”

“I thought if I make a big deal of it, then you’ll freak out.” Damn. Got him there. And yet, he still freaked out. “But I see now that we should have...talked about it?”

“Yeah.” Dean chuckled as he realized how stupid they both had been. “Yeah, that probably would have helped.”

Cas surprised him by reaching up to give him a hesitant kiss. His eyes were bright as they sparkled when Dean met the familiar gaze.

“We can um,” Dean clears his throat nervously as he keeps his eyes on Cas. “We can talk later.”

“Later. Later is good.”

“Good.”

Cas reaches to kiss him again, bringing him down until they are lost in each other.

--

The next morning Dean woke up with a spring in his step, and Sam noticed right away.

“What’s up with you?” He raised his eyebrows at him, teasing him with a smile. “Had a fun night with Scooby?”

“Watched Animaniacs, for your information.” Dean poured two cups of coffee. “And no. I had the most perfect company last night.”

Sam opened his mouth before squinting at him. “Did you-? Wait, did you bring a girl over to the bunker?”

“No!” Dean said just as Cas walked in, wrapped in nothing but Dean’s robe. “There you are. Thought you were gonna follow me.”

Dean walked over to hand Cas his coffee, kissing his cheek before walking back to get his own cup.

“I was. You neglected to tell me I wasn’t wearing clothes. So I had to go find something to cover up.” Cas sat in front of Sam who stared at them with wide eyes. “Morning, Sam.”

It took Sam a few seconds before he muttered. “I hate you guys. I mean, congratulations, but fuck you. Didn’t need that image in my head so early in the morning.”

Dean sat beside Cas, shoulders bumping, before he looked at Sam over the rim of his cup. “Now you can stop trying to set Cas up on dumb dates.”

“I had a fun time last night, Sam. Thank you.” Cas quickly said before looking back at Dean. “But I think I will just continue dating your brother instead.”

“Okay,” Sam got up, giving them both a tight smile and a thumbs up. “Congrats again. Next time wear underwear, Cas.”

“Stop looking at my boyfriend!” “I couldn’t find it.” Dean and Cas say at the same time.

Dean finally knows what Cas is to him.

“We should hurry if we want to beat the kids to the diner.” Cas gets up, kissing the top of Dean’s head as he goes. “I like this.”

“Me too.” Dean reaches for his hand, tangling their fingers together as he pulls Cas down for a kiss.

Best friend. Boyfriend. The light at the end of the tunnel.

“Love you.” Dean whispers against his lips, making Cas smile into the kiss.

“Love you, too.”

Everything. He’s everything.